I'm interested in all the literature coming out about the founding of the modern state of Israel. Unfortunately, this book had some good bits in it that were obscured by a strange system of italics.
At first I thought I had the italics figured out--why certain paragraphs were set in italics and so forth. Then the italics started to hurt my brain. Every other paragraph or so would change from italics to regular, and it would completely stop the flow of the story for me.
I know, I know. The paragraphs were supposed to be brief "snapshots," voices of other characters, or voices of the narrator commenting to herself, but good lord. After awhile the reader just wants to read the damn story for at least one page without dealing with another change in emphasis.
Also, the architecture project that the narrator is working on is vastly uninteresting in a physical sense. In a metaphorical sense, I guess it must have intense spiritual meaning. But as a thing to try to keep visualizing as the center of the novel---just a lump of air.
From a historical perspective, I liked reading the description of Israelis living through the Iraqi scud missile attacks of the first Gulf War. We Americans are so insulated. No wonder we feel confident about bombing the hell out of other countries.
On the other hand, the narrator seemed rather too blissfully ignorant of the possible long-term side effects that her own children might be left with after exposure to such trauma. At that point I despised the narrator and didn't care a bit about what happened to her.
While I was happy to see a depiction of an Israeli-Palestinian love affair, the narrator's self-centered pursuit of this seemed also a traumatizing event for the children. I wished we could hear "snapshots" from the children after they had grown up---trying to make sense of their mother's callousness.
Also, the "snapshots" at the beginning about her father and the fantasies of making love to him were a bit derailing. While I wanted to give the benefit of the doubt to possible cultural differences, the narrator came off as quite unrealistic with all this going on. I'm pretty sure if I ever met someone like the narrator in real life, I'd go running in the opposite direction. So much drama and so little meaningful reflection.