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The Israeli novelist David Grossman’s impassioned account of what he observed on the West Bank in early 1987—not only the misery of the Palestinian refugees and their deep-seated hatred of the Israelis but also the cost of occupation for both occupier and occupied—is an intimate and urgent moral report on one of the great tragedies of our time. The Yellow Wind is essentialThe Israeli novelist David Grossman’s impassioned account of what he observed on the West Bank in early 1987—not only the misery of the Palestinian refugees and their deep-seated hatred of the Israelis but also the cost of occupation for both occupier and occupied—is an intimate and urgent moral report on one of the great tragedies of our time. The Yellow Wind is essential reading for anyone who seeks a deeper understanding of Israel today....

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The Yellow Wind Reviews

  • Ted
    2019-05-10 15:27

    This is a powerful book written by an apparently open-minded Israeli author, about the shocking day to day facts of the Palestinians' existence in the occupied territories. Grossman seems genuinely moved, even appalled, at some of these facts, which he reports in a way that suggests "yes, I knew it was bad, but I never imagined ...". He seems moved, he seems sympathetic, he seems to sense that a wrong, perhaps a great wrong, is being done here ...And then one reaches, late in the book, the chapter The Terrorist's Father. Grossman relates the story of a man (Mohammed) living in the occupied territories, whose son (Ali) participated in the brutal murder of two Israeli couples. After many months the son is apprehended and killed. But before he is apprehended the security forces arrest and interrogate the father, humiliate, degrade and terrify the father's family, all the while insisting that the father knows where the son is hiding. Nothing in the story as Grossman relates it indicates that the father actually had any knowledge of where the son was, it is stated that the authorities knew well that the father and son were estranged and seldom saw one another. But in the occupied territories, the sins of the son are visited upon the head of the father. One day, after the son has been dispatched, but before the father even knows of this, soldiers arrive at his house (he isn't there) and inform his wife that she has fifteen minutes to get her belongings and daughters out of the house. Then it is bulldozed. When the father returns, he is again taken into custody, this time beaten and tortured - now, to find out where his (dead) son was during the time they couldn't find him! The man is not allowed to rebuild or indeed even to own a house again, he has no job, to support his family he has become a beggar.Grossman's reaction to all this? "One's heart does not go out to Mohammed Al-Kal'ilah, who raised such a son ... he arouses no sympathy." Grossman's only sympathy is for the murder victims, the Israelis. As he said earlier in this narrativeWhen I learned ... what his son had actually done, I felt that I didn't want to hear the rest of the story from the father. I remembered the innocent, naive, and optimistic faces of the murdered couples, and I could not find in myself any sympathy at all for Ali Al-Kal'ilah's father, lamenting his son and demanding that he be allowed to rebuild his destroyed house.Grossman senses that his lack of compassion for the father here is symptomatic of the psychic wall that prevents the Israelis from having any understanding of what they are doing to the people of the occupied territories. He seems confused and perhaps even ashamed about his inability to have any compassion whatsoever for Mohammed. The most he can say is "I chose this story because it is a sort of bitter microcosm of the big story - of two nations' life together. One that brings to life the simple misery in which we live."One can only add, first, that his reference to "two nations" is bitterly ironical, and second, that the misery of which he speaks is not perhaps so simple, and is almost all on one side of the equation.In the end, I cannot help but feel that Grossman is a good man, but a good man who is squeezed into a mental and emotional straightjacket by what he refers to as "the entire Israeli ethos". He has written a profoundly sad and upsetting book.

  • Mariel
    2019-05-19 10:14

    When I left on this journey, I decided not to talk with Jewish or Arab politicians or officials. Their positions are well known to the point of weariness. I wanted to meet the people who are themselves the real players in the drama, those who pay first the price of their actions and failures, courage, cowardliness, corruption, nobility. I quickly understood that we all pay the price, but not all of us know it.The Yellow Wind was published in 1988. The introduction was written in 1998. My copy has an afterword from the author from 2002. In 1998 he says that so many things have happened, so little has changed. A lot has happened since 2002. He writes that it is easy to say that those who didn't believe in peace were right. It's always easy to say that if you don't have to live their lives without that hope. It's easy to say there's hope if you don't have to have it for them. He hopes that if both sides lose their illusions than concessions may be possible. He also admits that the struggle could come from knowledge of future painful concessions. There doesn't seem to be a predicting statement possible that can come without a tail to wrap around its own head like a forked tongued lasso. He dedicates the 2002 edition to those who hold onto their hope because the only alternative is the killing despair. It is what reminds us that there is no divine decree that states that Israelis and Palestinians must forever kill, and be killed by, each other. It seems like both sides feel there's one, divine or no, keeping score.What struck me the most was what he says about the people, both the Israelis and the Arabs, not knowing their own price. When he writes that they did not know how miserable they really were it is true. This isn't true of everyone, but it kind of is. When you are seriously ill you cannot remember what it is like to feel healthy. Community and purpose can be a light. Is it the same to ask it of your next generation when you can't live their lives for them, when they don't know what it is like to really breathe? I feel goosebumps just pondering if I had to live there and consider having children. One young Arab who slaves as a dish washer in Tel Aviv knows that the world doesn't give a shit about him. That's got to be as lonely as you can get. Beating each other because there was no one else to take it out on. Beating your family when you see them every two weeks. I could say that I care. I do. I care about Mexican migrant workers who are virtual slaves on our tomato farms because the law affords them no protection as illegal immigrants. I think of it whenever my vegetarianism comes up (any time food comes up). Arabs working in Israel face the same black hole. Eat and are they paying for it. Are you one of theirs rising up only because the oppressors showed you how? I would want to be an inconsiderate lion were I them. Or a hungry inconspicuous bug. Reading the differences between the courts of law in the territories versus in Israel gave me chills (there was no such thing as a court of appeals). They aren't given the benefit. They are tolerated. The law says so. The crocodile was too full that day. I wish that I could shut it off fast enough. I wish more that I knew how to do this. It isn't hard to imagine that they can't taste their food for turning over the guilt like words in their mouths. Move on and you betrayed a long ass time ago.The Yellow Wind ends with something from Albert Camus that that passage from speech to moral action is "to become human". During the last weeks, and seeing what I saw, I wondered more than once how many times during the last twenty years I had been worthy of being called human, and how many people among the millions participating in this drama are worthy of it. How do you become human? What's the action? Is caring that there's that kid enough in the cosmic scales? It's hard to live under knowing what it costs, how miserable you are, that you are not really free and then be free. How can you be free when you know that all of the time? It's going to happen somewhere else, to someone else. David Grossman went on his seven-week assignment for the Israeli newspaper Koteret Rashit because he felt that yawning unawareness inside himself. The answers to the frustrations to the unanswerable questions of how do you go on living that way. The void of an answer puts you to sleep. What can you do? It doesn't do anything to bring it up from time to time that there's confusion and breached loop holes in humanity. Grossman had previously avoided visiting Old Jerusalem because he couldn't "tolerate relations that are not on an equal basis". I feel it too. How you can know things, and yet not know them. I had a sort of a fight with someone I'm close to the other day because she took offense that I "always" wanted to read rather than listen to her talk about politics. I answered the truth that I did listen to her, but after several hours (of what I already knew) it was too much. I think I made a mistake in first saying that it was too depressing to talk about real world stuff for that long because I was treated to a lecture about fantasy and reality. The problem with the world is us who sleep. Well, people like me. I can't really judge the Israelis who feel a frozen sickness inside over the "conflict" and "occupation" and move on as fact of life without considering its toll. The toll of inaction. Is there much difference in acknowledged helplessness? I've wondered about growing up in a culture that doesn't welcome differences (Grossman cannot get an answer out of zealous Ofrans when he asks them what they imagine the greatest pain for their enemies might be), to betray your people by letting in any other. They have all of these words to reduce stolen lives. There's no language to really express it. Self censoring poets after years of being used to it reminded me of journalists in my own country who do not even have to play up to the government as they do (it is the same in Japan, and elsewhere). The caged bird forgets how to sing. At least, there's no language that becomes action, or flying. It's a slow process to get you used to dehumanization. I know that this goes on in my own country and I know when the wool is the proverbial attempted murderer of my eyes. Drone strikes not okay. I'm reminded of what Cioran wrote about only mediocre people caring about the suffering of others because it would be too much for a person with total capacity. It IS too much. I don't know if I agree with it, though. If you have to be 100% to matter. If it has to last forever to count. Peace isn't going to last forever even if you do get it. I can care about others without losing my own soul. I feel like it is wishing that someone would make that leap for you. Prove to me its worth it. Someone have the hope for me. Live through this. What struck me in his meetings with the refugees, and with the most devout in we're right fury, is that they are lasting forever in nothing. It's a hell version of twiddling your thumbs. Won't you take me to the promised land....and then what. The devil's workshop of doing nothing with your hands. Don't get up and build. Grossman quotes from Calvino's Invisible Cities about the city that is forever in construction to prevent its destruction. Don't wipe your face from the tears. If you've got dirt on your hands leave it. We've got forever. People interviewed when speculating about the future are doubtful about numbers a lot. One person says that they will equal in numbers by 2010. It depressed me to think about pawns. It's all the past and it is future numbers to be crunched under regulation boots. Was anyone anyone right then? Maybe you've gotta think about more than one thing. More than anything else, you've got to think for yourself. If you can hold more than one thing and one person in yourself and not lose your soul. Even if you can't save anyone, or have their hope for them, you can love them. That's got to be better than all of the hate that these people have. I'm more disturbed by the faceless enemy hate people around me have when they don't really care about people far away dying. They don't even have to make the effort to avoid their eyes. Is that better or worse? Maybe it's the same disturbing. Are they really that scared or are they scared of thinking, all of these years after 9/11? In Israel and the West Bank they are very much afraid of dying (but for what as I don't get a sense that it is for fear of the future). Or no one wants to blink first. Their lives are linked. It's not some Mercedes Benz Olympic circle logo entwined but like when Liam Neeson tells Darth Vader that we are all connected. I never gave a shit about the Olympics. I have no problem imagining people and getting very upset about stuff. I don't see much of flags when I look into the future. I'll never understand any of it because I can't see people as lines on a map. I thought of instances from other parts of the world, from other places in time, when reading The Yellow Wind. They reminded me of so many other kinds of people. I was struck by the differences in the schools he visits. The kids in the camps have total discipline. The Ofran kids are unruly. The Arab university students had to be taught critical thinking skills. I wonder why the sides of "We can do what we want" from fear shows up in some and not in others. I'll never forget an instance from my childhood when my grandfather taught me to do something racist. I understood what I had done when I had seen the look on the woman's face. I never wanted to do anything like that again and nothing my grandfather said could move me again. I feel the shame I felt that day writing about it now. To those who would say that it would open too many cans of "This earth is ours!" worms to change I would ask if they would never have had a civil rights movement in the USA? Sure, it has been nasty where I live after the media played up race over a shooting. Does that mean that things should stay bad because they won't be perfect? One Israeli female airport employee treats people as humans. They are not all like that. Why do some not want to be any different? I was struck by all of the pointing fingers and evil eye. The Israeli Arabs versus those in the West Bank. Those who tried to make a life, versus those who couldn't do more than wish none of it had ever happened. The pining for third generation memories reminded Grossman of his Polish grandmother who couldn't appreciate today for what she had lost yesterday. The Jews who counted offenses from Spain. Grossman asks him why they don't leave to enact revenge too. I had been thinking the same thing. They have a lot in common, those who don't want to live. The University of Jerusalem did a study to compare the dreams of Jewish children with the dreams of Arab children. None of them dreamed of peace. If there was a sandstorm monster sifting them through his glass fist that would explain it to me. They must be born without knowing how to dream. I want to know why they wouldn't want any different. The past is done. The future will be the same past if no one does anything about it. You could write a book about it. You can talk about it and not read any books. Early in the book Grossman meets with some Arab refugees who dismiss it all like how someone would laugh in the face of dead (as in scared shitless). It's "bolitics". Those who can pronounce the "P" still don't, in defiance. I know how they feel too. I kind of want to bury my head in the sand and wait and not know how miserable I am. When this book was written the airport travel was humiliating for Arabs. One writer announces "To civilization!" as a destination when he gets to leave. I wonder if he would feel that way around the rest of the world these days. My favorite rapper Aesop Rock once said "You can lead a man to city but that don't ensure civility". What the hell is all this talk about this land is our land, anyway? I was struck by the lady who pines for Deheisha refugee camp when some have returned to the village of Wadi Alfuqin (I think the unofficial theory that this rare kindness on part of the Israelis was to make room for expelled Gazans was probably on the money). It is true that you can make a home anywhere, no matter how bad, if there are moments of love and grace. No one can do that for you if you don't have your own grace for it to happen. That's all the thinking and talking stuff. I can say that stuff and sound hopeful about people having that but I can't make them have it. I hate bolitics. I loved reading Grossman's book. I treasured reading about this time with these people and fighting the soul sleeping of no one knowing what it is like for anyone else. And these are the same people. I saw them in their calm days. Almost in their slack days. Not in the season of their messianic heat. Not at a time of "high messianic tension," but it lies in wait for them always, like a disease. These are historical people, and historical people become- at certain moments- hollow and allow history to stuff them, and then they are dangerous and deadly.There was one instance where I did not agree with Grossman. It was when he wrote that no one would be sympathetic to the father of a terrorist who helped to murder an Israeli couple. He had been left to wander between worlds after release from half a year in prison. Not less or enough of anything for anyone, I guess. The government ordered the home of his father destroyed. By law given to them by them if they said they suspected that the son had hidden out there. I didn't see any need to render the family homeless and destitute. They lived like animals. I felt sorry for him indeed. It has long sickened me that punishment of criminals is taken out on the family. When a person is committed to death it is also someone else's child who is taken from them. The father did not kill anyone. The man's children didn't kill anyone. He did choose to make an example of this man, though. Maybe he didn't wholly decide in his heart the eye laid on him by everyone else if he chose to write about him too. I wondered why he wrote that a man who could raise a son like that and if Grossman would look at it that there was more than one person raising that man who became a killer. It is said more than once that a person didn't know they were Palestinian until they went to jail...I really, really don't want to write one of those "I wrote about it so you don't have to read it" book reviews. The Yellow Wind is a wonderful book. A man in his country and among people if they would have the connection or not. I know how he feels. I want to understand too. There is a chapter "Swiss Mountain View" written as a story about an Israeli man who works as an oppressor in a camp. He has had a son born to him that day. He had loved his job. If there's some version of "I'm not a racist. Some of my best friends are gay" version that "the man" utters it would be the whistle while you work tune this guy lives to distract himself. He has no friends. He feels this day the aching of the chasm in himself, finally. I see him as the foreign obstruction in the whole, myself. I loved that he was writing a story about it too to be in this man's place as he was walking crookedly to avoid being upright with his fellows. My copy was previously owned by a student. Judging from the notes in the margins the former owner did not understand Grossman's poetic metaphors and this story they rejected entirely. I thought that was a shame. I freaking love David Grossman's style of writing. It's like holding someone's look, only with words. I don't think he would let himself off the hook for anything. It would toss and turn in his mind like the worst sort of bed hog. No soul sleeping, for all that he wrote this book in the first place to avoid that (I love this man). If I were a victim I wouldn't want to be seen as a victim in that there was nothing else to me either. There's the part that hopes for yourself. Grossman does not write about the people he meets in this way. If an Arab man sells the story that he's better off he checks into it for grovelling cynicism. He doesn't let them off the hook more than he would let himself off either. I loved that. That's a place to start. If you're going to have your own hope you want it to be real for yourself, right?I was struck by when Grossman writes that he was disappointed in someone he didn't even know. A red-head college student who takes up in a hate rally spurred out of the too thin airless vibes of, well, hate. I love that he had wanted to get a look at the girl that the boy had been trying to impress when he first notices him (he concludes that the boy has no chace). I think he would take them into him and try to be human in any way he could. What he does is all I can think of in the way of having hope for anyone else, in trying to live for them. I wanted to know about everyone. At least that maybe doesn't have to be the price to not care, right? If you had to live there and go on about your life at least you wouldn't have to pay for their life with your own life in that way? Until this is fully understood, we will all continue, gone foolish from abundane and apathy and feeling inferior in the face of "activism" and "realization of ideals," to sit in the hall and watch the gushnikim playing before us scenes of horror- at every opportunity that presents itself- yet stimulating some pleasant impulse in some hearts, as well as dramas of authentic pioneer idealism, and snatches of scenes of madness and instigation, except that sometimes, while we watch the events in that circular field and pay the small price of not doing anything, someone will awaken in the back corner of the great auditorium and will discover, when he sees the ground moving slowly under his feet, that this wonderful circus is a traveling one, traveling with determination, and that its goal and direction are known to him without any doubt.

  • Anna
    2019-05-25 12:20

    I have never been able to approach the Arab-Israeli conflict, or even begin to understand it, and as a Jew I always felt I should. On numerous occasions I tried to delve into it through books and articles but nothing ever made sense, and nothing ever stuck. Then, I ran into an article in the Atlantic Monthly entitled "Unforgiven" by Jeffrey Goldberg. The article focused on the relationship of Israeli president Ehud Olmert and the Israeli writer David Grossman. And finally, through the prism of David Grossman I was able to begin to understand the issues and to genuinely want to read more. He brings to the table the complexities of both Arabs and Israelis, but also Arab-Istraelis and Istraeli-Arabs. He admits his own flaws and his own prejudices and proceeds to dismember them. His writing is introspective and intellectual, and because he uses reason to judge everything, he is as hard on himself and his people as he is on the Arabs. And importantly enough for the region, he thinks in the long term. In the end, he's not only my kind of writer, but my kind of person, so I trust his writing and finally, I'm starting to understand.

  • Fatma AbdelSalam
    2019-05-21 11:30

    الكاتب والروائي الاسرائيلي ديفيد جروسمن ، في كتابه " The yellow wind " أو بترجمته العربية " الزمن الأصفر " بيحكي في الكتاب ده عن مشاهداته وحياته في القدس ولقاءه بالفلسطنيين وسؤالهم عن انهم ازاي بيشوفوا الإسرائيليين وعن إن كان في امكانية إيجاد طريقة ما في العيش سويا في نقطة إلتقاء في الزمن الحالي. راح مخيم " الدهيشة " في الطريق من بيته في القدس إلى الخليل و بدأ يسأل الفلسطنيين هناك الأسئلة دي. سأل طفل عنده خمس سنين انت منين ؟ _ قاله انا من يافا ، _انت عمرك زرت يافا قبل كده ؟ _ رد انه لأ بس جده من هناك وأبوه اتولد فيها. في كذا مناسبة لما كان بيتاح له انه يسأل كان دايما يلاقي نفس الرد دايما من مكانهم القديم حتى وإن كان مش موجود حتى ولو بتسمية تانية .بيقول : "أكثر الأشياء حضورا هنا هو الغياب. ويمكنك أن تحس إلى حد معين أن الناس هنا حولوا أنفسهم وبمحض ارادتهم إلى نسخ طبق الأصل للناس الحقيقيين الذين كانوا ذات مرة في مكان أخر وصاروا انعكاسا باهتا لهم. وما عادوا سوى اناس يحملون بأيديهم عربونا حقيقيا واحدا : القدرة على الانتظار"بيحكي عن إن الناس في فلسطين امتلكوا ذاكرة " فورنوغرافية " من جدودهم كلها مبنية على الحكي وصياغة القصص ، رجا شحاتة محامي بيحكي عن تجواله في تلال رام الله وازاي انه في لحظة بقى خارج الزمن وحس تماما بريحة الزعتر وشجر الزيتون وفجأة فتح عنيه لقى إن ده مش موجود أو مش بنفس طريقة الحكاية والأثر وفجأة اتحول الرمز قدامه من النضال للضياع و لغصة وألم واحساس شديد بالمرارة.الإسرائيلي عنده استعداد يغيّر دينه ولا انه يغيّر معتقده السياسي أو يعترف بأي شيء مخالف للوضع الحالي أو انهم في وضع محتل ومش أصحاب الأرض ، لأنه مش على استعداد انه يخسر حياته بأي شكل من الأشكال ويكون اللي بيعيشه محض كذبة تامة.حاجة تبدو بسيطة جدا بس هي كل ما نملك ، إن حد يسلب منك الزمن ، الوقت ، انه يوقفك بالساعات عند نقطة تفتيش او انه يفرض عليك حظر تجول لأيام وأيام ، ان وقتك وحياتك كل ما تملك في ايد غيرك وانه امتى يسمحلك بالتطور لحد معين وامتى تقف عند الحد ده عشان تفضل طول الوقت مقطوع من أرضك ومن الزمن المحيط !سأل أحد الأشخاص في المخيم انتم ليه بتكرهوا الإسرائيليين ؟_ رد ان وقت ما جيتوا ما كانش عنده شعور محدد تجاهم لا حب أو كراهية ، لكن دلوقتي هو بيكرههم وبيكرههم بشدة ، وقال ما تصدقش أي حد يقنعك بغير كده ، احنا الفلسطنيين بنكرهكم وبشدة. أنا سلبتوا 10 سنين من عمري في السجن من غير ذنب ، طردتوا أبويا من الضفة ومنعتوا أمي لمدة 6 سنين انها تزوره في الأردن. انتم علمتم كل فلسطيني انه يكرهكم.الكلمات خادعة وبتسرق الحقيقة ، مجرد إعادة تدويرها وتسمية الأصل بالزيف بيفقد المعنى وبيحرض ضد الحقيقة المطلقة. ما بقاش في الإعلام الإسرائيلي أي كلمة تدل على المعنى ، فلم تعد " مناطق محتلة " بل مناطق فقط او تريتوريز بالإنجليزية ، ولا "ضم القدس الشرقية " بل توحيد المدينة ، ولم يعد "رأي عربي " بل تحريض ولا " ثائر " بل جماهير مشاغبة ولا " تظاهرات " بل أعمل شغب وتخريبفي التقارير التي تتحدث عن أحداث عنيفة تنتهي بالموت. والناطق بلسان جيش الدفاع يملك صيغة خاصة في إعلان ذلك. وهكذا تكون البداية : " أطلقت دورية تابعة لجيش الدفاع هوجمت هذا الصباح قرب مخيم بلاطه نداءات تحذيرية وأطلقت النار في الهواء " وحسب النغمة المتشائمة يمكنك أن تتكهن بحدوث أمر سيء للغاية . وعند وقوع الضحايا لا يقولون قتل جيش الدفاع مواطنون عربا بل "رموا بالرصاص". وأحيانا ما تكون الصيغة رعوية تماما. " .. في حادثة لقى خلالها عربيان موتهما ..." _مدهش للغاية : خرج صيقان للتحدث في المساء فماذا لقيا؟ موتهما؟_وقد أجاد مراسل راديو الجيش في المناطق، عندما أنهى قبل شهر تقريره بالكلمات التالية : " ... وقد أطلقت النار على الشخصين حسب الأصول المتبعة".الكتاب ده كتبه ديفيد بعد مرور عشرين سنة على نكسة 67 ، في نهايته بيحكي ظروف كتابته وانه لقى انه لا مفر انه يواجه طائره الخرافي ، الصوت الداخلي اللي بيدعوه لأخذ موقف وإجابة واضحة كدولة احتلال واحساسه بالذنب من الفظاعات اللي ارتكبتها دولته ، واذا كانت هي دي القيم والأخلاقيات اللي بتتبناها سياستهم ، استمر في كتابته سنتين حب يلاقي الإجابة عند " الإنسان " في الأصل ، أهل البلد الأصليين ومش رأي القادة ولا السياسيين اللي اجابتهم دائما حاضرة ، اللي هو بيقر انه في كتير من الأحيان بيهجو نهجها عشان يزيح عن كاهله عبء الإجابة.

  • Judy
    2019-04-25 13:05

    Go figure. I read this book in almost one sitting (only allowing for necessity breaks) and loved it. This book was published in 1998. I never knew how little I knew about the Arab/Jewish West Bank issue until reading this. Yes, its old, probably out-dated, but I don't believe some of the beliefs held by either side will ever entirely go away. Its overwhelming how complicated this issue is.Regarding Grossman as a writer, this book held my attention throughout. He didn't attempt to hide his own feelings as a Jewish man, but yet I never felt he imposed his opinions on me, but rather let his interviewees speak for themselves. I really liked how he assembled the book and the diversity of subjects that he interviewed. Because I am so impressed with this book, I will make sure I read at least one of his fiction books.

  • Trish
    2019-05-09 17:30

    David Grossman was a novelist when he was commissioned in 1987 to write a series of articles describing his perceptions of conditions in the occupied West Bank at the time of the twentieth anniversary of Israel’s Six Day War. What he wrote became a sensation in Israel. A book of the articles was published. Portions of that book were published in The New Yorker, and translations offered access throughout the world. My initial reaction upon reading this thirty years since it was written was that it seemed dated. Those of us since who have been willing to grapple with the scene there have encountered stories like these before. The point, I guess, is that the problem has never been resolved and instead has festered, infected, and inflamed an entire region.Grossman was remarkably naive in his writing—by that I mean he registered his reactions without much apparent editing. When he was horrified and distressed recognizing that Arab children were being taught to hate and kill Jews, he said so. When he discovered he lacked remorse when an Arab’s family home was torn down and the family banished because the son had committed murder, he said so. “They had raised the son and were therefore responsible” was his logic.Towards the end of the book, however, his insights came hard and fast and terribly prescient. What strikes me now is how none of his insights were acted upon. All the markers I have in this book are in the last 75 pages. The paragraphs are too long to quote, so you will just have to go to the source. If you have been following the Israel Palestine saga, skim the beginning, and start reading at Chapter 12, “Sumud.” Or just read the last chapter, “The First Twenty Years.” "The occupation is a continuing and stubborn test for both sides trapped in it…demanding that we…take a stand and make a decision. Or at least relate…Years passed…[and] I found myself developing the same voluntary suspension of questions about ethics and occupation…I have a bad feeling: I am afraid that the current situation will continue exactly as it is for another ten or twenty years. There is one excellent guarantee of that—human idiocy and the desire not to see the approaching danger. But I am sure that the moment will come when we will be forced to do something and it may well be that our position then will be much less favorable than it is now."No one country has the corner on stupidity and reluctance to see danger. America, Europe, China...every country...has been reluctant to acknowledge climate change when it would have been so much easier to address it than now. None of us can claim to be better. There will always be those among us whose moral anguish or need to respond exceeds that of others. But I begin to think the situation in Israel/Palestine has crushed the souls of most people living there until now there is precious little left to save. Please prove to me is isn't so. Make me proud to know you.The last paragraph of the book quotes Albert Camus. The passage from speech to moral action has a name: “To become human.”I was led to this reading by a GR friend whose review made me want to see.

  • Nathaniel
    2019-04-25 18:34

    Each chapter is a person or group's view on the Israeli occupation of the Palestinian territories. The opinions and speakers are varied. For example, the person interviewed in chapter 8 expressed the need to remember that the Palestinians will be the Israelis' neighbors someday and that even though Israel is the conqueror, Israel's actions today should start reflecting that future. Others share feelings of hopelessness or viewpoints that are just plain scary.This book is more emotional than intellectual. You won't learn the "why," but will see the raw, seething passions that fuel the conflict.

  • D
    2019-05-13 18:25

    In this book, Grossman describes several interviews he had with people in Israel & Palestine, both Jews and Arabs, from just about every perspective you can imagine. I read this book for a class in Intercultural Communication. In reading this book, the stories behind the headlines becomes personal. I found this book to be a little depressing, actually, because it it paints a picture of how little hope the involved people have for peace in their land. I do recommend the book, but just be aware that it may have an emotional impact.

  • Pedro Varanda
    2019-05-23 14:30

    Escrito em 1987 por um ainda jovem e desconhecido escritor, esta longa reportagem em forma de livro surpreende pela lucidez e forma apaixonada como aborda o conflito israel0-palestiniano, longe dos estereótipos e ideias preconcebidas habituais, que tendem a dividir tudo entre bons e maus, carrascos e inocentes. Recomendo.

  • Clif
    2019-05-14 15:26

    In 1987, twenty years after the 1967 war, Israeli David Grossman traveled around the West Bank and Israel talking to people about "the situation". As a good journalist should, he asked questions and let the individuals he spoke to hold forth.What he found was plenty of anger and hatred on both sides resulting in despair that things could change. At the time, the first Intifada was about to begin. He wrote a forward to the book in 1998 and an afterward in 2002, when the second Intifada suicide bombings were underway, something that I don't believe he could have imagined at the time the book was written.To me, the situation is proof of the old saying that two wrongs do not make a right. To provide a land for the Jews seemed like a good idea at the time - to right the wrongs of centuries. To provide it at the expense of the Palestinians was to create a wrong and we have seen the result. Now the hatred is cast in stone and neither people are going to go away.My belief is that Israel will continue to oppress the Palestinians and take away their lands while being unable to expel them. The alternative of removing the settlements would be Jewish civil war. But the world will not accept the land grab and the continued degradation of the Palestinians. Israel will become more and more isolated in the world, like South Africa with apartheid, and there will be little desire to move there even as the Palestinian population in the occupied territories grows. In the United States, where their heritage is valued, Jews are free from the persecution they faced for so long in Europe, and they have the same rights as their fellow citizens in a state that allows free practice of religion. That is all anyone can ask for. Israel will never be able to rise above the endless strife because it is founded on an injustice that cannot be undone.

  • Eve
    2019-05-20 16:18

    Written in 1987 after a journey through the West Bank, acclaimed Israeli novelist David Grossman discovers through the daily lives of the occupied and the occupiers the corrosive effects of the at that time 20 year Israeli Occupation of the West Bank (of the Jordan River). What he learns is the abject hatred of one side for the other and the daily inhumanities that cement these feelings. It is no surprise that almost 20 years later little has changed, other than a growing list of grievances on both sides and hopelessness that this century long struggle of two people for one piece of land will ever come to anything but more violence, retaliation, injustice and new generations to extend the misery to.The Israelis keep the Palestinians on the West Bank under military administration, soldiers do as they please to any Palestinian - man, woman or child - at a checkpoint, in the street, and in their home - at any time of the day or night they choose. The settlers in the West Bank are free to live as they please and are protected by the soldiers, whereas the Palestinians have no one to turn even when they are the victims. The terrorist actions (i.e. suicide bombers, knifing Israeli pedestrians and soldiers) designed to be telegenic horrors taken by the Palestinians in retaliation leave all Israeli society in fear and therefore necessitates beefing up military control in the occupied territories. It is a vicious cycle and a cynical political ideology to remain status quo As an outsider, one can only conclude a just and equitable solution need to come from the outside world and be implemented by such upon the Israelis and the Palestinians. They have been given 40 years and all efforts have come to naught.

  • barry
    2019-05-02 11:19

    Eye opening. Ground breaking. Startlingly honest. I read this years ago but really need to revisit in the context of the death of Grossman's son who died serving in the Israeli military during the Lebanese raids last year . Grossman's eulogy for his son is one of the most moving things I've ever read (wish I could have heard and understood his original reading of this) . Grossman is a rare writer, one that deserves a much higher readership outside of Israel. P.S. I have not seen his new afterword in this edition. Not sure when it was written

  • Jonathan J.
    2019-05-26 17:33

    Recommended to me by a friend from kibbutz, this ambitious journalistic look at the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is the the best I've read on the topic. What's most amazing--and perhaps most disappointing--is that, while The Yellow Wind was written some twenty years ago, the injustices and tragedies it draws attention to, as well as a lot of the misconceptions each side has of the other, are still very real today.

  • Susan
    2019-05-09 13:27

    This is old but excellent. I read it after reading Grossman's To the End of the Land. Nonfiction. He went to visit the West Bank and to interact with people there. Open-minded fact finding mission. Depressing that the situation really hasn't got better since 1987....

  • Collezionedistorie
    2019-04-30 13:11

    Interessante ritratto dei rapporti tra arabi e palestinesi in Cisgiordania, dove ogni personaggio acquista spessore anche se appare solo per poche pagine, grazie alla capacità dell'autore -il mio preferito in assoluto nella sua produzione da romanziere. Va considerato tuttavia che questo reportage è piuttosto datato: risale infatti al 1987, nove mesi prima dell'Intifada di dicembre, quando Grossman compì un viaggio nei territori della West Bank e si interrogò su come fosse possibile creare una strada verso la coesistenza pacifica. Ho apprezzato la lettura, tuttavia per qualcosa di più attuale consiglierei "Non odierò" di Izzeldin Abuelaish, abitante di un campo profughi della Striscia di Gaza, medico però in Israele, che si è posto la stessa domanda molto più di recente (il suo libro è del 2011). N.B. Il vento giallo del titolo è una leggenda araba di un vento caldissimo dell'Est, che farebbe divampare un incendio su tutta la Terra e la libererebbe dai malvagi.

  • Sabeeha Rehman
    2019-05-06 12:06

    Heart wrenching! The author takes you deep into the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, sharing stories of people on the ground, the settlers and the Palestinians. This is not a political rhetoric, rather the personal narratives, feelings, and attitudes of people who are directly impacted by the conflict. Why do the settlers feel the way they do? Why are the Palestinians in despair? Listen to their voices. It left me trembling. This book was first published in 1988, and you see how much has not changed. The author writes the introduction in the next edition in 1998, and an Afterword in 1992. Seeing how history froze, makes one wonder if there will ever be peace in that land. There is a glimmer of hope, but I won't give it away. I highly recommend it.

  • Linda
    2019-05-12 17:09

    Whan I requested this book, I didn't realize it was written in the 1980'. However, Grossman has sought out a view of Israel and Palastine by going to the people who lived through the 1967 war. I would like to read a currant book in the same nature. This problem has gone on for 67 years; the Israelis are frustrated; the Palastinians are increasingly angry; and the world waits for a solution.

  • Stephanie Barth
    2019-05-13 12:11

    Very haunting and shows the complexity of the situation from many different points of view. I feel this book should be used when studying the Israel/ Palistinian conflict. It will make you think and wonder how much longer the tension between these people can last. It shows just how warped each side gets the longer this goes on and I am wondering how we can come to a solution.

  • Anna Hawes
    2019-05-07 17:27

    Although this book is older than I am, it still feels depressingly relevant to today's world. Each chapter is a different visit to the West Bank and each interview shows how the every day Life of ordinary people is affected by "the conflict". It's touching, beautifully written, and I found myself wanting to highlight most of the book.

  • ☯Emily
    2019-05-20 17:12

    "Real racism is when you don't see another person as human...They don't understand that, as human beings, the Arabs desire everything that any human being desires. They simply are not willing to understand that." This quote from Raj'a Shehade was recorded in David Grossman's book and I think it encapsulates the essence of this series of essays.This book was published in 1988 and is prophetic. Mr. Grossman could see and understand why the problems in Israel would only worsen over time. He gives example after example of how the occupation is destroying both the occupied and the occupier.Grossman is a secular Jew from Jerusalem. He traveled to Palestinian camps, Jewish settlements, kindergartens, a university, and Israeli factories that employ scab Palestinian labor. He tried to make the Israelis see another point of view, the view the Palestinian has. He hoped to make the normal Israeli empathized with the plight of the Arabs in their midst. He writes of the degradation the Jewish soldiers forced upon the Palestinian men. I found this quote from Raj'a Shehadeh: In Language of War, Language of Peace, he quotes Gazan psychiatrist Eyad el-Sarraj: “During the first intifada, studies showed that 55% of the children had witnessed their fathers being humiliated or beaten by Israeli soldiers. The psychological impact of this is stunning. Children who have seen so much inhumanity … inevitably come out with inhuman responses.” Do the Israels see this? Do they understand that their actions create a people without hope who are willing to blow themselves up to kill Jews? Most don't. Most do not even try to walk in the Palestinians shoes.Despite the terrible ideas and events reported by David Grossman, these essays are breath-taking in their beauty and so readable and easy to understand. I would suggest anyone interested in the politics of Israel read this book. No progress has been made since 1988 and you will feel that you are reading 2016 current events.

  • Sharlene
    2019-05-10 16:23

    “One morning, soldiers came to the house and notified her that she had fifteen minutes to get all her belongings and her daughters out of the house, after which the house would be leveled. Sometimes, when I hear about the destruction of houses in the West Bank, I wonder what I would remove from my house during that quarter hour – the basic necessities, I suppose; bed linens and cooking utensils. But what about the photograph albums? And my manuscript? And books? And old letters? How much can you get out in a frenzied fifteen minutes?”In 1987, Israeli novelist David Grossman spent three months on the West Bank, journeying to Palestinian camps and Jewish settlements, talking to university students, army reservists, villagers, prosecutors, everyday people, ordinary people living divided, exiled lives. As he explains:“I wanted to meet the people who are themselves the real players in the drama, those who pay first the price of their actions and failures, courage, cowardliness, corruption, nobility. I quickly understood that we all pay the price, but not all of us know it.”The ‘Yellow Wind’ refers to “the wind that will come from the gate of Hell (from the gates of Paradise comes only a pleasant, cool wind) – rih asfar, it is called by the local Arabs, a hot and terrible east wind which comes once in a few generations, sets the world afire, and people seek shelter from its heat in the caves and caverns, but even there it finds those it seeks, those who have performed cruel and unjust deeds, and there, in the cracks in the boulders, it exterminates them, one by one”.It is an emotional, painful read and as with Grossman’s fiction (at least with To The End of the Land, the only other of his works I’ve read) well written.

  • Paul Gaya Ochieng Simeon Juma
    2019-05-07 12:27

    There some who say that we read because we want to escape from tbe harsh realities of life. To some extent it is true. But I must add that it also depends with the stor tbat you are reading. This book basically deals with the conflict between Israel and Palestine. I think it was written before Palestine was given recognition status by UN. This does not reduce the importance of this book. Tbe book tries to reconcile the jews and tbeir neighbors, the arabs. From the book its clear that we have Arabs who live in Israel, and others who are still living on their land. The books starts by showing us the hatred between the Arabs and the Jews. The root cause is land. Israel claims tbe territory that the arabs have occupied. This has led to the Israelites occupation of that territory by force. The arabs are fighting back. They abhor the occupation and the violation of their lives and what they hold dear by the Israelites. By way of dreams of the children, the author is able to show that both groups wish to live together. But this is clear from the thinking of a section of arabs living among the jews. They opine that it is better to learn the ways of the jews so that they can be like them or even better. But the arabs who are in Palestine are of a different view. Conceding to this kind of thinking isy like betraying their motherland and their dignity. They are unable to forgive tbe Israelites for the injustice they have suffered from them. The author is sincereasheescribes the views and life of the different groups. Reading this book will give you a glimpse of the conflict.

  • Jennifer
    2019-04-26 10:05

    I don't really remember how I came to acquire this book, which makes me suspect it was a bookslut slush stack pick. It is about Israel and Palestine, and while it was written in 1987, as two updates to the book point out, while things have changed, attitudes very much remain the same. And attitudes are very much what this book is about.Grossman is an Israeli novelist who goes on a quest of sorts to understand the people impacted by the struggle. An Israeli himself, he seems to take Israeli "mainstream" opinions for granted, and never mentions them in this book. He does interview Arabs in refugee camps, West Bank university students, Israeli settlers, Palestinians working in near-slavery conditions in Tel Aviv. These interviews are terrifying and heartbreaking and soul sickening, and in his reactions to some of the stories Grossman, perhaps unintentionally, reveals his own gaze -- the way his own history in the occupations colors his perception. With the exception of the final essay, this is not done reflectively, which makes me doubt it was intentional. This is clearly a book written by an Israeli for Israelis. But it strives to be honest and let the interviewed tell their own stories and build a picture of how trapped and locked in everyone is in the occupation -- occupied and occupiers alike. None see clearly through the veils of their own righteousness, even Grossman, who is struggling to remove his.Don't read unless you're ready to complicate your own understanding of the Middle East. And may I recommend a hefty donation to Seeds of Peace at the end as a palate cleanser.

  • Leka
    2019-05-16 18:18

    ..Annoto nel mio quaderno verde queste parole: Ora, la verità: hai paura? Sì, ho paura. E se ti succederà qui qualcosa, se ti colpiranno, pensi che ciò ti farà cambiare opinione? Pensi che ciò ti porterà a cominciare ad odiare? E se colpiranno il tuo bambino? Proprio lui? E mi sono annotato la risposta, per “memento” e per testimonianza a me stesso, e tutto è scritto lì, nel quaderno verde. Non ci è dato sapere che cosa Grossman abbia scritto nel quaderno verde in risposta a queste sue domande (esistenziali). Sappiamo però che, a distanza di diciannove anni dall’incontro con la “paura” nell’università di Betlemme -il libro è stato infatti chiuso nel maggio del 1987-, la guerra ha colpito il suo bambino.Forse un’eco delle frasi annotate allora è rimasto anche nelle righe di a Dio al figlio Uri http://www.repubblica.it/2006/08/sezi...… Per me un esempio di umanità conservata integra, in quella storia degli uomini –come dice un altro Grossman, Vasilij- che è la lotta del grande male che cerca di macinare il piccolo seme dell’umanità. Ma se anche in momenti come questi l’uomo serba qualcosa di umano, il male è destinato a soccombere. Questo coraggioso libro –un vento giallo- è una ricerca dei piccoli, nascosti, talvolta smarriti semi d’umanità in una terra contesa, insanguinata e, nonostante tutto, bellissima.

  • Indran Fernando
    2019-05-20 14:31

    Either this is confusingly, vaguely written, or it is a poor translation. There are moments where I felt like I glimpsed the nuance that Grossman was shooting for, but usually I just found myself frustrated by sentences in which I can't tell what the word "it" refers back to- that type of thing. As far as I can tell, Grossman prizes form over function and art over communication, which makes it difficult when you're mainly just looking for an introduction to different perspectives in the Israel-Palestine conflict (euphemistically termed "The Situation" in this book).One good thing about this work is Grossman's uncomfortable honesty. He acknowledges how difficult it is for him to see the humanity in Arabs. He doesn't hesitate to ask cringeworthy, naive questions which may reveal as much about him as about the interviewee. One such question could basically be rephrased, How have you young Arab dishwashers learned and benefited from being poor, overworked and oppressed? (184)All in all this is a messy, uncomfortable book, perhaps appropriately so. I may end up giving Grossman another chance once I know more about the Gush Emunim, Shin Bet, PLO, etc.

  • Rose
    2019-05-04 18:08

    I have learned so much from this book. I am so grateful to the author for his work in interviewing people for firsthand accounts of what it's like to live in Palestine/Israel. I appreciate that this man is relatively open-minded and unbiased, though there were times when I became really angry because I could not fathom why he saw certain situations the way he did. But I bought this book for that reason: to challenge my own bias. I'm walking away from this book still feeling - with strong conviction - that the Palestinians are lopsidedly the victims of this complex situation, and are being oppressed by a force that has lost sight of what it means to treat people with decency and respect in fighting for their own ends. But are the Israelis alone in this? Certainly not. Are we all fools for watching this happen? Certainly so.

  • Niral
    2019-05-17 17:19

    A brave piece of writing. The author visits numerous sites in the West Bank over a 7-week period, confronting the legacy of what he concludes to be his country's greatest shame. I respect his unflinching self-reflection, as well as his steadfast desire to inject morality and humanity into a bleak situation. It was a difficult book to digest; the author has a talent for fostering empathy. The suffering on all sides--both material and psychological--is palpable. Reading this book made me wonder about the parts of my own society I have conveniently ignored."I could not understand how an entire like mine, an enlightened nation by all accounts, is able to train itself to live as a conqueror without making its own life wretched."

  • Rose
    2019-05-05 11:21

    I don't know if I loved the translation? I also found it a bit frustratingly dated. Which I guess is the nature of an ever evolving issue. But it was interesting in terms of a perspective/voice that is not heard that often: a liberal Israeli. I guess it's hard to separate my own politics from the matter. I spoke with friends who feel he came down heavily on Israel, and that might be the case, considering his background. But I feel like he did a lot of equivocating. The descriptions of life in refugee cities was very interesting, if at times repetitive.

  • Gary
    2019-05-24 11:05

    A welcomed approach to very complex issues. Westerners are not equipped to understand cultures that have histories exceeding two thousand years. This book does not, and recognizes that no book ever could, provide explanations of the animosities that boil in the Middle East. But, it does provide several pictures of the many actors and the roles they are compelled to assume by history AND current events. I would not say I have an "understanding" of the situations in the Middle East, but, I do have more of an appreciation of the immense complexities of the issues.

  • Roger
    2019-05-08 18:25

    Moving, nuanced portrayal of the complex consequences of the Israeli Palestinian conundrum. Speaks eloquently to the intimate human toll exacted from both sides. Non-judgmental, a remarkable antidote to the too often one-dimensional presentation typical of this conversation. Holds up even better after all these years. If there were more people like Grossman involved in the dialogue there would be much greater hope that this will all end without furthering suffering and tragedy. Unfortunately, given the recent Israeli elections, that seems less and less likely.