In this collection of short stories, things happen. Sometimes. Sometimes things don't happen. Even when things do happen, they don't really make sense unless you think about them really hard and then sometimes they make so much sense that you get really sad, but not in a way that you can explain ...
Този сборник най-малко ми хареса от четирите прочетени досега. Ето в такъв ред приблизително са всичките за мен (предстои ми петият).„Асамтой“„Момичето на хладилника“„Изведнъж на вратата се чука“„Автобусният шофьор, който искаше да бъде бог“Малко е странно странични неща да са ми любими от тази к...
This is an utterly fantastic collection. I've long been meaning to read some Keret and am so glad that I've finally gotten here. He's capable of doing one of the most challenging things in writing with surprising ease and agility: humor. And not just a smile, but pure laughter, rising on accident...
Originally posted here.Everybody hates him, except Uzi. I think there's this thing that after you off yourself, with the way it hurts and everything – and it hurts like hell – the last thing you give a shit about is somebody with nothing on his mind except singing about how unhappy he is. I mean ...
His parents were too busy fighting to answer, and after he’d knocked a few times he went in anyway. “A mistake,” the father said to the mother, “that’s what we are, a mistake, like in those pictures where they show you how not to do something. That’s what we are, with a big ‘No!’ underneath and t...
An alternative that had always existed in theory but, for her at least, had always been out of reach. She remembered very well how, only six months ago, she had looked down from her balcony. And the thing that had stiffened her neck mumbled to her through her throat, “I don’t understand how peopl...
Not that I stood a chance. My big brother had already skipped two grades and had an enviable understanding of everything, from atomic physics and computer programming to the Cyrillic alphabet. Around that time, my brother began to develop a serious concern about me. An article he read in Haaretz ...
My flesh smoldered and burned, my skin was covered with blisters, and the pain was so bad I couldn’t stop screaming. They had these giant screens where you could see everything that was going on in Heaven. Suffer and eat your heart out, watch the screen and suffer. I think I spotted him there for...