211 pages, hardcover with dust jacket, good condition: small tears to jacket, owner's inscription, age marks on edges.

The tale the beggar tells must be told from the beginning. But the beginning has its own tale, its own secret. That's how it is, and that's how it has always been. There is nothing man can do about it. Death itself has no power over the beginning. The beggar who tells you this knows what he is talking about.
Do you see him? There, sitting on a tree stump, huddled in the shadows, as though in wait for someone, he scrutinizes those who come his way, intending perhaps to provoke them or unmask them. Don't ask him, he won't answer: he hates answers.

On the eve of the Day of Atonement, in the afternoon, I changed from the express to the local train that runs to my home town. The Jews who had traveled with me got out and went their way, while Gentile townsfolk, men and women, made their way in. The wheels rolled sluggishly between hills and mountains, valleys and gorges; at every station the train stopped and lingered, let out people and baggage, and started up again. After two hours, signs of Szibucz sprouted from both sides of the road. I put my hand to my heart.

A selection of Yiddish stories in English translation. The book contains stories by Sholom Aleichem, I.L. Peretz, Sholem Asch, Abraham Reisen, I.J. Singer, I. Bashevis Singer, Jacob Glatstein, Zalman Schneour, Joseph Opatoshu, and more. The book also contains some stories of Hershel Ostropolier and tales of Chelm.

630 pages, hardcover, no dust jacket, good condition.

The story of three extraordinary people: Daniel : The scholarly son of a great rabbi, he is destined to follow in his father's footsteps.  And destined to break his father's heart. Deborah : She was raised to be docile and dutiful--the perfect rabbi's wife--but love will lead her to rebellion. The novel moves from the tough streets of Brooklyn to ultramodern Brasilia, from Montreal`s famous ``Main`` to an Israeli kibbutz, and radiating with the splendor of two holy cities, Rome and Jerusalem.

I was baptized in blood. My own blood. This is not a Jewish custom. It is merely a fact of history.
The covenant my people made with God requires that we affirm our allegiance to Him twice each day. And lest any of us forget we are unique, God created gentiles everywhere who constantly remind us.
In my case, the Father of the Universe placed an Irish Catholic neighborhood midway between my school and home. Thus at regular intervals, as I was walking to or from my yeshiva, the Christian Soldiers from St. Gregory`s would catch sight of me and hurl verbal abuse in my direction.

זיבן מאל פארדרייט און פארשלאסן די געהאמערטע קופערנע טיר, האב איך דעם קונציקן שליסל מיט איינגעזעגטע שלאנגישע ציינדלעך אוצרדיק באהאלטן אויפן סאמע הארצקלאפ: אין קעשענקע פון אונטערשלאק אין מיין רויטער סאמעטענער קאמיזעלקע.

In kibbutz Meshek Hazzera, one of the oldest and most established kibbutzim in the Jezreel Valley, there studied several years ago a boy by the name of Alon Tzur. His friends described him as having been soft-hearted like a hurt lamb, kind and warm towards people, and besides he had a congenital heart disease. His parents lived in one of the suburbs of Tel Aviv, and although he was an only child and was born late in his parents' life, they sent him to study in a kibbutz when he was twelve years old.

From the Table of Contents: Eretz Israel - Poem by Yocheved Bat Miriam; Kindness in Truth - By Nathan Shaham; Ready? Go! - By Moshe Shamir; Mount Tabor at Night - By Jacob Fichman; In a Jerusalem Cafe - By S.J. Agnon; Burdened to Weariness - By Judith Handel; In the Hills of Jerusalem - Poem by Lea Goldberg; and more.

An Israeli woman is happily remarried yet obsessively attached to her former husband. Seven years after the divorce, Ilana breaks the bitter silence with a letter to Alex, now a university professor in Chicago, begging for help with their rebelious adolescent son, Boaz. One letter leads to another, and so evolves a correspondence between Ilana and Alex, Alex and Michael, Ilana's Moroccan husband, Alex and his Mephistophelian Jerusalem lawyer, a correspondence between mother and father, stepfather and stepson, father and son, each pleading his own case and pleading it convincingly. Translated from the Hebrew by Nicholas de Lange in collaboration with author Amos Oz.

Jerusalem 5.2.76

This is the German translation of Levy's "otiot ha-shemesh, otiot ha-yareach" (Letters of the Sun, Letters of the Moon). A novel about the Palestinian first intifada as seen through the eyes of a 12-year-old Palestinian boy. The book is far from being a realistic novel. Apart from many comically exaggerated details, it teems with arcane legends, poetry and preternatural episodes.Itamar Levy is an Israeli author. He published six books in Hebrew, and some of them were translated into various languages. Levy is also well known for his service of locating hard-to-find books, and participates in an Israeli radio show.
 

251 pages, hardcover with dust jacket, 5''X8'', very good condition. Itamar Levy will personally inscribe this copy of his book to the buyer.

An anthology of Israeli fiction and poetry. From the table of contents: Badenheim 1939 / Aharon Appelfeld; They've moved the house / Yoram Kaniuk; The Orgy / Yehuda Amichai; Louidor Louidor / David Shahar; Chapter from a novel / A.B. Yehoshua; from The crazy book / Haim Gouri; Like salt on birds' tails / Uri Orlev; A hollow stone / Amos Oz; from A journey through the land of Israel / Pinchas Sadeh;  poetry by: Yehuda Amichai, T. Carmi, Amir Gilboa, Haim Gouri, Abba Kovner, Dan Pagis, Dalia Rabikovitch, Natan Zach, Zelda, and more.

342 pages, hardcover, no dust jacket (the jacket in the picture is of a sold out copy), good condition with white, clean and tight pages.

Haim Kalinsky is slowly dying of lung cancer in a Beer-Sheba hospital. Across the road, watching unseen, awaiting his death, is his son Daniel. Between the two men hovers the memory of a terrible moment during the war when smiling Nazi soldiers forced Haim to choose between his two sons - one to live, the other to die. Twenty years after the war, Daniel and Haim meet in the port of Haifa, strangers from two worlds: the Kibbutz and post-war Warsaw, the Israeli and the Jew. Yael Dayan is the daughter of General Moshe Dayan.

191 pages, hardcover with dust jacket, good condition: few tears to jacket.

Yesterday he moved to a friend's flat across the road from the hospital. The old-fashioned long key turned once to let him in and he immediately registered the comforting emptiness of his new residence. The walls were recently whitewashed but everything else about the two rooms suggested a neglect and indifference which he found appealing.

A novel. Doctor Fried is a psychiatrist-surgeon at an Israeli Government neuropathic hospital. His patient is David Landman, young Israeli flight officer who is suffering from amnesia. To Doctor Fried he is relating the story of his life - a story that breaks off abruptly in 1948, eight years before, at which point there is no further recall.

"You urge me to disinter the past? Oh, for God's sake, I have buried it long ago. It is dead and forgotten. Please, Doctor, try to understand me. It is forgotten. It doesn't mean anything to me now. How shall I remember anything? It is like opening a door that has been locked for a long time, only to encounter ruins, hell and fire. What for? Why?"
The young man on the couch was perspiring profusely, turning and tossing from side to side.
"Silence about a thing just magnifies it, David. Calm! Relax! Relax! The past is not dead. Never! Let's not cheat ourselves, David. It is about time you realize this fact. It is about time you grasp it. Don't you see how every now and then it pops out, only to destroy the present and the future? Don't you see how obstinate and harsh it can be, how it refuses to recede and scorns burial? Aren't you aware of this, David? Relax now! Relax! But remember, if you regard the difficulties as insuperable you will make little progress. Haven't I told you this from the beginning?"

Und auf enimal, sagte der alte Amerikaner im weiben Hemd, flog uber diese Holle hinweg eine Taube. Stille trat ein. Sein unerwartetes Hebraisch, die Taube, die seinen Mund entflogen war, uberraschte alle Anwesenden. Auch die, die nicht verstanden, wovon er redete.

Wir hatten zu Hause eine Spieluhr. Jede volle Stunde spielte sie nach dem letzten Schlag ein altes Menuett, und zwei Porzellanfiguren, ein Herr mit weißem Zopf und weißem strümpfen und eine Dame in Rosa Krinoline, tanzten dann immerdazu.

A novel. Fourteen-year-old Ella Wallis is a typical unhappy teenager. Bullied at school, misunderstood by her family, she just wants to be accepted. Bet Ella has one thing most teenagers don't: paranormal powers. Ella doesn't know how she moves things without touching them, or even that she's doing it, but she's about to discover that this is only the beginning of her extraordinary gifts - gifts that can be used for good or evil.
Author Uri Geller is famous around the globe for his mind-bending psychic powers.

Ella said, "Stop fighting," but nobody listened.
It was her birthday, and the table was set with her birthday tea. Ella and her brother were not supposed to talk at the table, not unless they were spoken to. Her parents were talking, but they weren't taling to her. When Ella worked up the courage to say, "Stop fighting," she was not brave enough to say it very loudly. Nobody paid any attention.

A Novel. Oz's fictional community of Metsudat Ram is a microcosm of the Israeli frontier kibbutz, where, held together by necessity and menace, the kibbutz-niks share love and sorrow under the guns of their enemies and the eyes of history. Translated from the Hebrew ("Makom aher").

You see before you the kibbutz of Metsudat Ram:
Its buildings are laid out in strict symmetry at one end of the green valley. The tangled foliage of the trees does not break up the settlement's severe lines, but merely softens them, and adds a dimension of weightiness.

Herman Broder is a survivor of the Holocaust. He has arrived in New York an embittered, soulless man. Three women love him - his wife, his mistress, and Tamara - whom he believed had been shot in Poland.

Herman Broder turned over and opened one eye. In his dreamy state, he wondered whether he was in America, in Tzivkev, or in a German camp. He even imagined himself hiding in the hayloft in Lipsk. Occasionally all these places fused in his mind. He knew he was in Brooklyn, but he heard Nazis shouting. They were jabbing with their bayonets, trying to flush him out, while he pressed deeper and deeper into the hay. The blade of a bayonet touched his head.
Full awakening required an act of volition. `Enough!` he told himself, and sat up. It was mid-morning.

A novel. Nimrod, who is seven when the story opens, is brought up to fear nothing, to do whatever must be done without regards for his personal safety or his own feelings. Raised from childhood to endure the hardships of frontier life Nimrod, in common with a whole generation of Israeli youth, regards strength and fearlessness as major virtues and weakness as despicable. Against this background, Yael Dayan tells Nimrod's story: his youth, his life as a soldier-farmer and the conflicts within him as he learns of the demands of friendship and a woman's love. This is also the story of three generations in an Israeli village community. Yael Dayan is the daughter of General Moshe Dayan.

When the villagers discovered the secret place, and began to stroll past it, it was necessary to find a new one. And what better place could there be for meetings than the old cemetery.