Assaf Gavron - The Hilltop

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Hailed as "The Great Israeli Novel" (
Tel Aviv) and winner of the prestigious Bernstein Prize,
is a monumental and daring work about life in a West Bank settlement from one of Israel's most acclaimed young novelists.
On a rocky, beautiful hilltop stands Ma'aleh Hermesh C, a fledgling community flying under the radar. According to the government it doesn't exist; according to the military it must be defended. On this contested land, Othniel Assis — under the wary gaze of the neighboring Palestinian village — plants asparagus, arugula, and cherry tomatoes, and he installs goats — and his ever-expanding family. As Othniel cheerfully manipulates government agencies, more settlers arrive, and, amid a hodge-podge of shipping containers and mobile homes, the outpost takes root.
One of the settlement's steadfast residents is Gabi Kupper, a one-time free spirit and kibbutz-dweller, who undergoes a religious awakening. The delicate routines of Gabi's new life are thrown into turmoil with the sudden arrival of Roni, his prodigal brother, who, years after venturing to America in search of fortune, arrives at Gabi's door, penniless. To the settlement's dismay, Roni soon hatches a plan to sell the "artisanal" olive oil from the Palestinian village to Tel Aviv yuppies. When a curious
correspondent stumbles into their midst, Ma'aleh Hermesh C becomes the focus of an international diplomatic scandal and faces its greatest test yet.
By turns serious and satirical,
brilliantly skewers the complex, often absurd reality of life in Israel, the West Bank settlers, and the nation's relationship to the United States, and makes a startling parallel between today's settlements and the kibbutz movement of Gabi and Roni's youth. Rich with humor and insight, Assaf Gavron's novel is the first fiction to grapple with one of the most charged geo-political issues of our time, and he has written a masterpiece.Hailed as "The Great Israeli Novel" (
Tel Aviv) and winner of the prestigious Bernstein Prize,
is a monumental and daring work about life in a West Bank settlement from one of Israel's most acclaimed young novelists.
On a rocky, beautiful hilltop stands Ma'aleh Hermesh C, a fledgling community flying under the radar. According to the government it doesn't exist; according to the military it must be defended. On this contested land, Othniel Assis — under the wary gaze of the neighboring Palestinian village — plants asparagus, arugula, and cherry tomatoes, and he installs goats — and his ever-expanding family. As Othniel cheerfully manipulates government agencies, more settlers arrive, and, amid a hodge-podge of shipping containers and mobile homes, the outpost takes root.
One of the settlement's steadfast residents is Gabi Kupper, a one-time free spirit and kibbutz-dweller, who undergoes a religious awakening. The delicate routines of Gabi's new life are thrown into turmoil with the sudden arrival of Roni, his prodigal brother, who, years after venturing to America in search of fortune, arrives at Gabi's door, penniless. To the settlement's dismay, Roni soon hatches a plan to sell the "artisanal" olive oil from the Palestinian village to Tel Aviv yuppies. When a curious
correspondent stumbles into their midst, Ma'aleh Hermesh C becomes the focus of an international diplomatic scandal and faces its greatest test yet.
By turns serious and satirical,
brilliantly skewers the complex, often absurd reality of life in Israel, the West Bank settlers, and the nation's relationship to the United States, and makes a startling parallel between today's settlements and the kibbutz movement of Gabi and Roni's youth. Rich with humor and insight, Assaf Gavron's novel is the first fiction to grapple with one of the most charged geo-political issues of our time, and he has written a masterpiece.

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Mickey was a superhero that afternoon: on the drive to the hospital, the setting of the plaster cast and the stitching and the infusion. And perhaps it wasn’t heroism but shock. He didn’t cry, and he didn’t speak, but he understood what was said to him and carried out the instructions efficiently. Gabi, for his part, sat hunched over next to him in the ambulance and shook, and was furious with Mickey, and furious with himself for being furious with Mickey, and felt terrible nausea. And when Anna arrived in a panic from Afula, he wasn’t willing to say what had happened, left it for Mickey to describe, because he was furious with her, too, and since he left it up to Mickey to recount the manner in which the events had unfolded, Anna deemed him solely responsible for the injury to her son, and perhaps she was right.

They made up a few days later. Anna returned to Afula after Gabi promised he had calmed down and everything was okay. He went back to ferrying Mickey to and from preschool every day, they went back to walking around and laughing together on the way home. There was one moment that he recalled, when they were sitting at an ice-cream parlor and licking happily and Gabi thought, That’s why you have children. At moments like these, what difference does it make if Anna’s not here, or if I complete my degree, or what I end up doing with myself ? This is what I am doing with myself. These are the moments you live for. But it was a rare moment. The laughter diminished. Mickey persisted with his silences. Gabi gritted his teeth. He enjoys it, he thought, enjoys bringing out the anger in me, the violence. He’s mastered it and now he’s playing with it and he’s testing me. Mickey was now humiliating his father: When Gabi came to collect him from preschool, he refused to leave, screamed, and planted himself on the floor, lay down in the sand. Every morning he refused to dress. Every evening he refused to eat. It was a tough battle, one of the toughest in Gabi’s life, and Gabi was determined not to get drawn in. To leave him be, to disregard the insults and humiliations. Mickey was a different child when Anna returned on the weekends — obedient, considerate, happy. There was no sign of Mickey the rebel, the provoker, the boundary-tester, the angerer-on-purpose, and Anna therefore, absurdly, tended not to believe Gabi’s stories.

Mickey’s skills improved as he neared the age of four — the ability to express himself, the scheming, his physical strength. He got into the habit of pushing his father away when he tried to forcibly dress him, yelled at him when he tried to ignore him. For days on end Gabi gave up trying to ready Mickey for preschool and simply remained with him at home. But then the preschool teacher called Anna and told her that Mickey hadn’t been coming. And Anna called Gabi to ask what was happening. And one week she remained in Tel Aviv and took Mickey to preschool, and of course everything went smoothly.

* * *

It’s inevitable, because that blond creature has learned in three and something years better than anyone else, better than Eyal in the dining hall and Alex from the groundskeeping team, better than the cooks in the army, better than any cheeky shit who’s ever dared to approach me askew and has been dealt with, how to push my buttons. How to draw out the monster. He knows how to draw it out, and he wants to see it, because when he kicks and screams after preschool and doesn’t allow me to carry him, he knows I’m left with no choice but to squeeze him, to pull his ear, to bite his shoulder until he lets out a yelp and calms down. He knows I have no choice, he wants to take me there. So here goes, if you want it so much, then take it, I don’t care who you are, and I don’t care about the norms. The norm for an animal like you is to shove it into a cage.

* * *

The preschool teachers informed Anna. And a nosy neighbor from upstairs recorded something on video. And bad luck left marks in various places on the small body, the remnants of pinches and dry blows, bruises, and swellings. Everything he got he had justly earned, that’s what Gabi wanted to say to Anna when she confronted him, and it’s all your fault, you left us alone, you pushed us into this, you’re the irresponsible one of the two of us! You, and your Sami, and your Afula, and your bullshit!

The final morning from hell was rainy and cold — Tel Aviv hadn’t seen snow since 1954, but if there was a day out of all those that Gabi spent living in Tel Aviv that came close, it was that one. Strong winds swayed the palms along the avenues, the rain crashed down almost vertically, mixed with sudden bouts of hail.

* * *

No. No-no-no, Mickey. You’re not going to take your coat off now.

Mickey, I said no. Are you crazy? On a day like today you…?

Mick-ey. Mickey! Put the coat on right now. Leave the boots. Have you seen the puddles… Mickey.

Don’t you dare struggle! Ow! Hitting now? Yes? Okay. Here-we-go. This-is-how-you-put-on-a-coat, got it? Like this with the arms, like this to close the zipper. Like this.

Excuse me? Madam, please don’t interfere in my… Get outta here. Go!

Do you see what you’re causing? Shut up. Shut up. Baby. Cry baby. Know what? Cry. We’ll see if that helps you. Yes. Waaaaah-waaaaah-waah, baby!

Don’t you dare take off your boots! I swear to you, Mickey. I. Here. Like this, like this, you understand, right? Ow! Cheeky-thing-you’ll-learn-it-doesn’t-pay-to-hit!

Cry, cry, no problem. Here, you little shit, like so. We’ll see what your mother has to say. Here.

I’m asking you, mister, to mind your own business…

I don’t care if you’re a policeman! Because you’re a policeman, does that mean you’re allowed to interfere in my… Excuse me, piss off before I… So what if you’re a policeman? Does that mean you understand anything? I’m the one who’s been living with him for three and a half years. Shut it, Mickey, you little shit… Let go! Let go of me, I told you, I’m warning you. I said… Take-that-here-I’m-twisting-your-ear — yes — you-don’t-like-it, huh? Here. Shut-it-take-that-and-shut-it, ow! You’re biting? Now-you’ll-get-it-cheeky-motherfucker — Here! Take that! Take a kick in the mouth. Cheeky-biting-mouthing-off-shouting — kicks aren’t fun, are they? You see what kicks can do? Here’s another one! And take that, too!

* * *

That very winter, his wife was no longer his wife, and his son — no more his son. Under court order, she took him to one of the kibbutzim near Afula, Gabi wasn’t allowed to know which, he was banned from coming into contact with him or even calling. In court he adamantly rejected the definition “murderous blows,” expressed profound and teary remorse, successfully argued against the bus accident being criminal negligence, and was eventually convicted and sentenced only to community service and a suspended prison term.

In the holding cells, bearded men in hats urged him to lay tefillin, shoved pamphlets with titles like “Why Suffer?” into his hands, and he had nothing to do except wait, and think, and get angry, and read those pamphlets—“Why Suffer?”—and again when he was released from detention they persuaded him to lay tefillin, and the feel of the black leather straps on his skin comforted him and continued to comfort him each time the rage within him rose to the surface. They were the only people who didn’t view him as an outcast, the only ones who offered him redemption and solace, who took an interest in his well-being, who found an answer to his questions. The only ones. Dad Yossi didn’t come to visit. Roni in New York didn’t call, and the few friends Gabi had at work and school vanished into thin air. So he went to one Torah class, and to several more, laid tefillin, and listened, and wondered — Why suffer? — and opened his eyes to the light: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for Thou art with me.

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