‘The Bitterness of Olives’, by Andrew Brown is a haunting book – shockingly real in bringing the perspective of people living in a country split through its very foundations, when strikes are a daily occurrence and when the worst kind of inhumanity can happen through a mere word. When righteous belief transcends logic – we are seeing it now as the situation in Israel and Palestine escalates. The cover of the book was almost prophetic, as Brown himself says – ‘it is surreal’- as the tragedy of a terrorist onslaught on Israel unfolded some few weeks after the book was published.
Brown’s experience as an anti- apartheid activist, advocate, police reservist and successful author has provided an experienced but objective eye. He writes astutely, observing closely and with this, his fifth novel, his unflinching pen takes you under the surface of this bubbling cauldron.
Strikes and unfurling mushroom clouds in the troubled area are certainly not unusual and the story that Brown has crafted is not an easy read. This is an intimate picture seen through the eyes of two men, an Israeli detective and Palestinian doctor, whose pursuit of truth and healing through their chosen careers, are their only goals. Who are not politicians but whose relationship was shattered through interference, corruption and collaboration. We are privy to their constant fear, of the uneasy and tentative friendships that can develop, the conditioned distrust, and the simmering forces that disallow this in a country where there seems to be no solution. Even when working as a team, that underlying expectation of betrayal permeates a well-oiled and successful relationship. A death knell to any possibility of understanding, to harmony.
And yet…Two good men, on opposite sides of the barrier: Retired and recently widowed detective Avi Dahan cannot let go of the truth. His life is empty without his wife, he is the stubborn, lonely old man in Tel Aviv, whose only son has long left Israel, whose usefulness has been discarded. When former colleague Dr Khalid Mansour contacts him, even his stubbornness cannot prevent a spark of interest. Their working relationship had shattered some years before, destroying what had been an uneasy but respectful friendship. Khalid had moved to Gaza City with his family; Avi had allowed his anger to simmer. But when a body turns up in Khalid’s emergency room in Gaza the story it tells compels him to reach out to Avi – only he can help – but will he?
This emotive story will reach into the depths of your heart. The friendship that had existed between Avi and Khalid seems to be an analogy of all that is happening in the Middle East. We are taken back in time, to the founding state of Israel, the displacement of the Palestinians and the Iraqi Jews, the wars, the separations and the horrors of Gaza City – the largest open-air prison in the world.
‘There was no respite here. And now there was no way back. This is where hope came to die. The Strip – where angels came to be buried, they said’.
You will smell the dust, feel the constant fear, the trepidation of crossing borders, of trying to pursue a normal life. Nothing is normal here. It explores the nature of friendships, families, forbidden love, strongly held beliefs, conflict, fanaticism and how a simple life is something that has been denied in the turmoil of the Middle East.
’The moral right of a belief that provided a freedom without responsibility. That was what Khalid feared more than anything else – the absence of accountability married to righteous certainty. It didn’t matter what the cause was – good or bad – because absolute belief invariably led to a lack of introspective thought, the hesitancy that allowed one to reconsider.’
Brown’s bitingly honest but objective narrative brings home to us that the victims of war are not always obvious, that the injustices and the encouragement of hatred and resentment hurts the innocent, questions identity and humanity. That our lives are stitched together in a patchwork of small pieces, experiences that shape us, change us, inform us.
It is an evocative chronicle that has its place among those novels that expose injustice; questioning and yet allowing the reader to draw their own conclusions. I was moved to tears in the reading. I had to put it aside and digest what I had experienced, because that’s what Brown does – he gives you an experience as you walk the streets with his characters – one that will force you to ask - what is humanity?