I've been pondering this book. . .it has stayed with me, because it has taken these ears so long to hear the story from both points of view, and the POV I've read is actually one that leans a little away from the one for which I'm feeling sympathy. An interesting twist right there.
The truth of the rocky friendship of Dalia Eshkenazi - a Jewish college girl back home for a moment in time who answers the door to a young man named Bashir, who is an Arab. She has lived in this house as long as she can remember - having been taught that the house had been abandoned, unclaimed by anyone and on an Israeli government list as available for settlers. Her family were survivors of the Holocaust, having been saved by the sacrifice of others and so felt a divine purpose in "restoring" Israel. Those teachings gave meaning and purpose to every part of her and her family's lives. He stood in the doorway and said his father built this house. . planted the lemon tree. . .Dalia was stunned, and from there the two stories weave in and out of friendship and futures separate.
The backstory, that's what was new for me. The part that goes back to where Bashir's father built the house around which the story begins in the 30's and goes something like (my own paraphrase here): "Once upon a time, there was a man who built a house out of stones for his family. To help them feel at home, he planted a lemon tree. . .a few generations grew up, loved the house, enjoyed year after year of lemons and love. . . .it became a metaphor, an allegory, a deeper meaning. . .and then one day they were attacked and removed from the house, the community as a whole was attacked and moved by an invading horde and housed forever after in refugee camps without explanation or attempts to determine why. . ."
From there the story of a land divided: two sides of a fence, a la west berlin/east berlin, only now God/One Right Way is part of it - MyWay against YourWay - and who is more worthy, the Palestinian or the Jew, the Hebrew. Who have suffered more? Hebrews suffered since time immemorial, and in most recent history the outrage of the Holocaust. Ancestors of the Palestinians had lived in that footprint for thousands of years . . .how do we measure what land we belong to. . .often it is claimed by the bones of our dead. Surely 1000 years of bones gives a measure of ownership? Yet the other side argues it was Hebrew before those 1000 years. It is wearying to consider, because before that it was some other ancient tribe, long forgotten by assimilation, transmutation into something new. People do it all the time (don't speak that old language, speak the new! Tear down those old statues, governments, buildings, Burn the library!).
Sandy Tolan tells the story well, seems to plant the Israeli flag a touch higher than the Palestinian one - and yet my heart leans the more the other way. Yet here I am reading a book that is 18 years after publication, like this is news. It isn't, but it is relevant to what is happening in that land now, and helps explain - a little - the reasons for each side's intractable positions. Tevye's way never was the wise (right) one. . .there must be some bend for resolutions to happen.
Tonight a friend asked what I thought of this book, should she go ahead and read it NOW, so finally I'm putting it down: As for whether to read it or not, it's a good read, but if you put it in a catch up pile and stay up on your other books, that would work - it's interesting, educational and relevant regarding Palestine v Israel, BUT it's very dated (pub date 2006). More of a backstory, how they got to the immovable positions they are in and shows plenty of evidence that they may never be able to resolve it themselves - there doesn't seem to be enough people who are willing to look at both sides and realize compromise is the only solution. The author leans toward Dalia's position, so even he can't claim a neutral presentation. Despite all the hopes for people / events / meetings / actions / open minds discussed in the book's conclusion, ultimately the ending seems to predict little forward movement by either side.
What does one do with CheckMate in real life with guns aplenty and each side is willing to send all their sons&daughters&mothers&fathers until there are no more?
I recommend this read to all at some point - when their loins are girded, and they are ready for a troublesome truth. Like all soldiers.
Kudos to the author for getting Dalia and Bashir's sides on pages. Grateful for the read - better late than never. May God (All the Gods) be with every one under that strong sun, in that holy land.