David Grossman, who lives near Jerusalem, is the author of The Yellow Wind, a report on life in the West Bank and the Gaza Strip. His new novel, To the End of the Land, from which the excerpt in this issue is taken, will be published in September by Knopf. Jessica Cohen’s translations include David Grossman’s Her Body Knows and works by Yael Hedaya, Ronit Matalon, Amir Gutfreund, and Tom Segev. (July 2010)

IN THE REVIEW

‘To the End of the Land’

A Palestinian taxi driver waiting for passengers near the Qalandia checkpoint between Jerusalem and Ramallah, January 2006. In the background is the separation wall, with a graffiti painting by the British street artist Banksy and posters for the 2006 Pal
The convoy twists along, a stammering band of civilian cars, jeeps, military ambulances, tanks, and huge bulldozers on the backs of transporters. Her taxi triver is quiet and gloomy. His hand rests on the Mercedes’s gearshift and his thick neck does not move. For several long minutes he has looked neither at her or at Ofer. As soon as Ofer sat down in the cab, he let out an angry breath and flashed a look that said: Not the smartest idea, Mom, asking this particular driver to come along on a trip like this.

Looking at Ourselves

The following speech was given at the Rabin memorial ceremony, Tel Aviv, November 4, 2006, in the presence of Prime Minister Ehud Olmert. At the annual memorial ceremony for Yitzhak Rabin, we pause to remember Yitzhak Rabin the man, and the leader. We also look at ourselves, at Israeli society, …