Benjamin Tammuz (Hebrew: בנימין תמוז) was born in Russia in 1919 and immigrated to Palestine with his family at the age of five. Tammuz was a sculptor as well as a diplomat, writer, and for many years, literary editor of the Ha'aretz newspaper. His numerous novels and short stories have received many literary prizes.
ספר די קלוש מבחינת הרגש שהוא מעורר, ובמרכזו דמות שהיא מעין גיבורצ'ק בלתי מהימן בתכלית וחסר מינימום של מודעות עצמית, אבל לא במידה או בצורה שמקרבת אותו אל הלב, לטעמי. בעמוד האחרון, though, מצאתי צירוף מילים מרנין שאני לוקחת לעצמי כשכר על תשומת ליבי המבוזבזת: גיחוכים נשחתים. הוא גורם לי מה שנקרא lol אמיתי, משום מה
It starts out in a funny, sentimental way, to which Tammuz's idiosyncratic Hebrew doubtlessly contributes. However, at about the middle it deteriorates into a series of anecdotes about the Jewish Underground, always nicely and honestly told, but at times quite pointless and pathetic. And the unexpectedly solemn ending makes me think that the whole process of becoming depicted in the book serves as an allegory which has already made my brain hurt.
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