Here are some sketch analyses based on the interesting design points summarised in the previous blog.
A.Making the human organism grow like a plant
B.Integration of diverse organisms
C.Use of shape language
D.The human figure and the Uncanny valley
Transformation process between human and inhuman
I'll be applying these interesting design points to my concept design.
My final design was inspired by the horrific creatures of the Cthulhu novel "The Shadow over Innsmouth" that were mutated by the local humans. These creatures are a combination of human and sea life.
My character has a graphic representation of the letter D, emphasising the tension of the character, with the two main design centres being the shoulders and the head, next to which I have placed directional 'octopus tentacles'.
shape language:
The character's toes are tangled together, giving it a twisted and awkward look.
final:
This is all for now, thanks for reading.
Reference:
Annihilation (2018) Directed by Alex Garland [psychological horror film]. United Kingdom United States : Paramount Pictures ( North America and China) Netflix (international).
Pan's Labyrinth (27 May 2006) Directed by Guillermo del Toro [dark fantasy film]. Warner Bros. Pictures.
Love, Death & Robots (March 15, 2019 –
present) Directed by Tim Miller [adult animated anthology television series]. American : Netflix Studios.
The Last of Us (TV series) (January 15, 2023 –
present) Directed by Craig Mazin
Neil Druckmann Available at: HBO MAX (Accessed: 14 November 2023 ).
so i made a post a couple of months ago asking for new podcast audiodrama recs (inc. actual play dramas) and i got a TONNE. so here is the list of all the suggestions + stuff i've listened to myself:
2298
Absolutely No Adventures
Adventures in New America
Alba Salix
Alice Isn't Dead
Archive 81
Arden
ars Paradoxica
Badlands Cola
Blackwood
Boom
Borrasca
Brimstone Valley Mall
Camp Here & There
Death by Dying
Desperado
Dungeons & Daddies
EOS10
Finding Satan
Ghost Radio Project
Girl In Space
Gossip
Gray Matter
Hello from the Hallowoods
Hello from the Magic Tavern
Hi Nay
I Am In Eskew
Jar of Rebuke
King Falls AM
Knight Falls, CA
Lake Clarity
Life With Althar
Life/After
Light House
Limetown
Mabel
Malevolent
Mayfair Watchers Society
Midnight Burger
Mission Rejected
Monstrous Agonies
Moonbase Theta, Out
Neighbourly
Oak Podcast
Old Gods of Appalachia
Olive Hill
Parkdale Haunt
Polybius
Redwood Bureau
Rex Rivetter: Private Eye
Sayer
Station Arcadia
Stellar Firma
TANIS
Tapes From Beyond
Terms
The Adventure Zone
The Amelia Project
The Beautiful Liar
The Big Loop
The Black Tapes
The Bright Sessions
The Darkroom
The Hidden Almanack
The Kingmaker Histories
The Left Right Game
The Magnus Archives
The Message
The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity and Mortality
The Penumbra Podcast
The Secret of St Kilda
The Shadow Diaries
The Six Disappearances of Ella McCray
The Shadow Over Innsmouth
The Storage Papers
The Strange Case of Starship Iris
The Subjective Truth
The Two Princes
The White Vault
Tribulation
Victoriocity
Video Palace
We’re Alive
Weeping Cedars
Welcome to Night Vale
WOE.BEGONE
Wolf 359
Wooden Overcoats
Feel free to add any others that are missing to this post!
1 Salmo de David. El SEÑOR es mi pastor; no desfalleceré.
2 En lugares de delicados pastos me hará yacer; junto a aguas de reposo me pastoreará.
3 Convertirá mi alma; me guiará por sendas de justicia por su nombre.
4 Aunque ande en valle de sombra de muerte, no temeré mal alguno ; porque tú estarás conmigo; tu vara y tu cayado me confortarán
5 Aderezarás mesa delante de mí, en presencia de mis angustiadores; ungiste mi cabeza con aceite; mi copa está rebosando.
6 Ciertamente el bien y la misericordia me seguirán todos los días de mi vida; y en la Casa del SEÑOR reposaré para siempre.
though i walk through shadow of the valley of death (that brief hour long time period where eurasia is still asleep and the americas have just gone to bed) i will fear no evil (eurasia has finally woken up!!!)
Book Recommendations: New Nonfiction eAudiobooks on Libby
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In the Shadow of the Mountain by Silvia Vasquez-Lavado
Endless ice. Thin air. The threat of dropping into nothingness thousands of feet below. This is the climb Silvia Vasquez-Lavado braves in her page-turning, pulse-raising memoir following her journey to Mount Everest.
A Latina hero in the elite macho tech world of Silicon Valley, privately, she was hanging by a thread. Deep in the throes of alcoholism, hiding her sexuality from her family, and repressing the abuse she'd suffered as a child, she started climbing. Something about the brute force required for the ascent—the risk and spirit and sheer size of the mountains and death's close proximity—woke her up. She then took her biggest pain as a survivor to the biggest mountain: Everest.
"The Mother of the World," as it's known in Nepal, allows few to reach her summit, but Silvia didn't go alone. She gathered a group of young female survivors and led them to base camp alongside her. It was never easy. At times hair-raising, nerve-racking, and always challenging, Silvia remembers the acute anxiety of leading a group of novice climbers to Everest's base, all the while coping with her own nerves of summiting. But, there were also moments of peace, joy, and healing with the strength of her fellow survivors and community propelling her forward.
Under the Skin by Linda Villarosa
In 2018, Linda Villarosa's New York Times Magazine article on maternal and infant mortality among black mothers and babies in America caused an awakening. Hundreds of studies had previously established a link between racial discrimination and the health of Black Americans, with little progress toward solutions. But Villarosa's article exposing that a Black woman with a college education is as likely to die or nearly die in childbirth as a white woman with an eighth grade education made racial disparities in health care impossible to ignore.
Now, in Under the Skin, Linda Villarosa lays bare the forces in the American health-care system and in American society that cause Black people to “live sicker and die quicker” compared to their white counterparts. Today's medical texts and instruments still carry fallacious slavery-era assumptions that Black bodies are fundamentally different from white bodies. Study after study of medical settings show worse treatment and outcomes for Black patients. Black people live in dirtier, more polluted communities due to environmental racism and neglect from all levels of government. And, most powerfully, Villarosa describes the new understanding that coping with the daily scourge of racism ages Black people prematurely. Anchored by unforgettable human stories and offering incontrovertible proof, Under the Skin is dramatic, tragic, and necessary reading.
River of the Gods by Candice Millard
For millennia the location of the Nile River’s headwaters was shrouded in mystery. In the 19th century, there was a frenzy of interest in ancient Egypt. At the same time, European powers sent off waves of explorations intended to map the unknown corners of the globe – and extend their colonial empires.
Richard Burton and John Hanning Speke were sent by the Royal Geographical Society to claim the prize for England. Burton spoke twenty-nine languages, and was a decorated soldier. He was also mercurial, subtle, and an iconoclastic atheist. Speke was a young aristocrat and Army officer determined to make his mark, passionate about hunting, Burton’s opposite in temperament and beliefs.
From the start the two men clashed. They would endure tremendous hardships, illness, and constant setbacks. Two years in, deep in the African interior, Burton became too sick to press on, but Speke did, and claimed he found the source in a great lake that he christened Lake Victoria. When they returned to England, Speke rushed to take credit, disparaging Burton. Burton disputed his claim, and Speke launched another expedition to Africa to prove it. The two became venomous enemies, with the public siding with the more charismatic Burton, to Speke’s great envy. The day before they were to publicly debate,Speke shot himself.
Yet there was a third man on both expeditions, his name obscured by imperial annals, whose exploits were even more extraordinary. This was Sidi Mubarak Bombay, who was enslaved and shipped from his home village in East Africa to India. When the man who purchased him died, he made his way into the local Sultan’s army, and eventually traveled back to Africa, where he used his resourcefulness, linguistic prowess and raw courage to forge a living as a guide. Without Bombay and men like him, who led, carried, and protected the expedition, neither Englishman would have come close to the headwaters of the Nile, or perhaps even survived.
And Finally by Henry Marsh
As a retired brain surgeon, Henry Marsh thought he understood illness, but he was unprepared for the impact of his diagnosis of advanced cancer. And Finally explores what happens when someone who has spent a lifetime on the frontline of life and death finds himself contemplating what might be his own death sentence.
As he navigates the bewildering transition from doctor to patient, he is haunted by past failures and projects yet to be completed, and frustrated by the inconveniences of illness and old age. But he is also more entranced than ever by the mysteries of science and the brain, the beauty of the natural world and his love for his family. Elegiac, candid, luminous and poignant, And Finally is ultimately not so much an audiobook about death, but an audiobook about life and what matters in the end.
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a: agents of shield - the alienist - altered carbon - andor - ariza - around the world in 80 days - arrow - the a-team - avengers: infinity war - awake
b: bad turn worse - die bergretter - big fish - black death - black sails - the blacklist - blindspot - blood & treasure - body guard - bones- the boys - bravo two zero - buried in barstow - burn notice - the fall of sam axe
c: capatain america: civil war - caravaggio - the card counter - centurion - chambers - charmed - the clinic - the control room - cowboy bebop - cowboys and aliens - criminal minds - crimson peak - csi:vegas
d: the da vinci code - da vinci's demons - daredevil - dark - the dark valley - dear john - designated survivor - deutschland 83 - deutschland 86 - deutschland 89 - doctor who - dominion - don't say a word - dragonheart 3: the sorcerer's curse
e: eden lake - enola holmes 2 - the expanse
f: the fall - fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore - fatmagul - fbi - fire country - firefly - the following - fringe
g: general hospital - gladiator - glitch - gotham - gran hotel - grosse pointe blank
h: halo - hanna - hannibal - hawaii five 0 - heaven's burning - helstrom - hercules: the legendary journeys - hitman's wife's bodyguard - horizon line - house of the dragon - how i became a superhero - hudson & rex
i: inside man - iron man
j: jack irish - jessica jones - jesus cries
k: kholop/the serf -killerman - killjoys - kung fu
l: la brea - law & order - legacy - lethal weapon 2 - the level - lie to me - a life less ordinary - the lord of the rings: the return of the king - the lord of the rings: the rings of power - lucifer
m: m*a*s*h* - macgyver (2016) - the man in the high castle - mayans m. c. - the mentalist - merlin - les miserables - moon knight - a mother's instinct - mr. robot - ms. marvel - murdoch mysteries
n: ncis - ncis los angeles - the next three days - no time to die - nypd blue
o: obi-wan kenobi - once upon a time - the order
p: patient zero - patrick melrose - the patriot - peacemaker - pennyworth - pirates of the caribbean: at world's end - pompeii - preacher -prodigal son - the professionals - proof of life - the proposition - the punisher
q: quantico - the quick and the dead
r: the raid: redemption - the recruit - the recruit (2003) - reign - remainder - reservoir dogs - the resident - rizzoli & isles - romeo + juliet - room for rent - roswell new mexico - the ruins
s: salvation - the sandman - savasci - second chance - seventh son - shadow and bone - sharpe's battle - sharpe's challenge - sharpe's eagle - sharpe's honour - sharpe's peril - sherlock - sherlock holmes: a game of shadows - the silencing - skymed - snake eyes - soko köln - spider-man 2 - spider-man: homecoming - spooks - stargate atlantis - stargate sg1 - star trek - star trek: discovery - star wars - star wars: episode vii - the force awakens - station 19 - stormy monday - stranger things - strike back - supernatural
t: tatort - teen wolf - terminator: the sarah connor chronicles - time after time - timeless - the trial - triple frontier
u: the ultimate goal - underworld: rise of the lycans
v: the vampire diaries - virgin river
w: walker - war pigs - warehouse 13 - wedding season - wednesday - werewolf by night - white collar - the white tiger - the winchesters
The natural world is my muse and sanctuary -- a place for refuge and discovery. My most memorable moments have been in the outdoors. I have hiked thousands of miles of trails through forests, deserts and mountains. Having spent much of my life traveling and trekking, I still crave adventure and new experiences. Vagabonding or nomadic wandering is a unique way of living, a spiritual path to authenticity, self-awareness and solitude. Solitude allows time for self-examination, relaxation away from urban stress, and a chance to meditate, contemplate, or just zone out for hours at a time. Many of my most memorable experiences took place during solo journeys into Nature. The longer the solo immersion, the more transformational the experience.
In October 2011, I felt Spirit calling me. I felt compelled to travel to the sacred sites and power places that beckoned me. I followed my intuition and deepest instincts. I traveled with my drum and medicine bundle to shamanize the meridian system of Mother Earth's numinous web, which is the planetary counterpart to the acupuncture meridian system of the human body. At the intersection points of the planet's energy web exist holy places, power spots, or acupuncture points. Like acupuncture needles, humans are capable of maintaining the harmonious flow of the planetary energy meridians by making an Earth connection at power places.
Many magical things happened during my two month pilgrimage. I camped at Panther Meadows on Mount Shasta. I hiked among the oldest living things on the Earth in the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest. I soaked in the healing waters of Umpqua, Buckeye, Travertine, Whitmore, and Keough Hot Springs. Indigenous people worldwide believe that where fire and water mix at a hot spring is a sacred place. A water deity, usually a goddess, resides in each spring. People make pilgrimages to thermal springs to connect with the goddess and to supplicate the benefits of her healing graces. The sacred ambience of the place, its geothermal energy and the pilgrim's relationship to it, is sufficient to fulfill the pilgrim's aspirations.
I ventured south through California and explored the Owens Valley area on the east side of the Sierra Nevada crest. Before returning home in early December, I planned a four day desert exploration. On day one, I visited the Sleeping Lizard, which is an ancient vision quest site located in the Volcanic Tablelands north of Bishop. This site is sacred to the Owens Valley Paiute people, who use alcoves in the rock for vision quests. I took a journey back in time to visit the ancient ones who etched petroglyphs in the volcanic rock.
Next, I drove up the Whitney Portal Road towards the trailhead that hikers climb up to Mount Whitney. Unfortunately the road to the trailhead was closed for the winter. I backtracked down the road and camped in the Alabama Hills, located in the shadow of Mount Whitney just west of Lone Pine. The rounded weathered contours of the reddish-orange foothills contrast with the sharp ridges of the Sierra Nevada to the west. Throughout the last century, the Alabama Hills have appeared in hundreds of films and commercials. During my visit, a Quintin Tarantino project (Django Unchained) was being shot there.
In one day I drove from Mount Whitney (the sacred masculine), the tallest mountain in the continuous 48 states, into Death Valley (the sacred feminine), the lowest elevation in North America. Shortly after entering Death Valley National Park, I took an eight-mile detour north along the Saline Valley Road to visit a Joshua Tree forest at Lee Flat. The Saline Valley Road is very rough and progress was slow, but I eventually reached the magical forest. A cold wind buffeted me each time I left the confines of my truck to hike and photograph the forest. I would have camped here for the night if not for the high elevation and bitter cold wind. I camped instead at Panamint Springs Resort, 22 miles inside the western border of Death Valley National Park.
The following day, I explored Darwin Falls and the remote Panamint Valley adjacent to Death Valley. I camped for the next few days at the far northeast end of the South Panamint Dry Lake, a small wetland, grassland, dune system and mesquite bosque. The warm sulfur springs of this desert oasis provide habitat for frogs, shore birds, marsh hawks, and wild burros. A short-eared owl visited my campsite each evening at dusk. The stars bathed the cold desert in a warm glow. Few things are more serene than the deep stillness of the desert on a starry night. In that stillness, I am reborn, forever changed.
Oh, how I love vagabonding. Shamanism is deeply rooted in Nature and a nomadic lifestyle. The emphasis is on the individual, of breaking free and discovering one's own uniqueness in order to bring something new back to the group. Like drumming, nomadic wandering alters your ordinary everyday awareness. It is another means of habitual pattern disruption for reimprinting on alternate realties. When you leave home, meet new people, experience new stimuli, and process new information, you're soon intoxicated on a natural high. As Ed Buryn, the godfather of modern vagabonding puts it, "Vagabonding is nothing less than reality transformation, and its power is not to be underestimated."
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By
Jonathan N. Wakeling
Harare, November 12th 2023
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For my Brother and my Sister - ever together in spirit and the safety of numbers Africa
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Of St. John and St. George and of Jonathan and King David, of St. Peter and St. Paul and of St. Mary and St. Barbara
Of Sarah and of Delilah
Of Aaron's Rod and Jacob's Ladder
God bless and devil be behind me
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"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."
~Psalm 23:4, KJV
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Thanks, firstly and foremost, to St. Christopher, for helping me cross the Jordan and the Zambezi and the Thames and all the wide rivers of life
Thanks to St. Luke for giving me the freedom to paint like Vincent and Picasso and Frida Kahlo
Thanks to St. Beatrix for keeping my candle lit in the depths of Africa and equally brightly lit back at home in Blighty and for all humanity
Thanks to St. Francis of Assisi for making me a lover of nature in all its glory and its myriad forms
Thanks to the Saints for I know not who I am
Thanks to the Saints for I know not what I do
Thanks St. Vincent for helping me choose a good red and also a sweet white wine - thanks for the food and drink, and for the ladies and gents
Thanks to St. Adrian for manning my army of words and making me a good soldier of the Lord, I pray Africa
Thanks to St. Justin for making me wise beyond my years and thanks to St. David for letting me wax lyrical like Yeats or Eliot, Wordsworth or the Bard of Avon
And thanks to St. Thomas for guiding me through the University of Life even on my doubting days
And thanks to all the Saints in the heavens above - St. Dominic especially - my friend and my companion through our collective living night that is today's modern world (and thanks for my telescope St. Dominic by which device I may touch the heavens)
Thanks to the Saints
Thanks too to the Lady Saints. Thanks to St. Monica who keeps my precious Mother safe
Thanks to the Saints
St. Catherine for schoolgirls. St. Nicholas for schoolboys
And St. Anthony to dig our graves when at last our Great Wheel turns
Thanks to the Saints
Thanks to San Francisco America, the north and thanks to São Paulo, America, south of the Equator
Rome wasn't built in a day and Homer sometimes nods
Thanks, at last, to St. Dorothea for keeping my garden green and my flowers blooming that all may see the light - and thanks, therefore, also for the blazing light of your candle, St. Beatrix, in the twilight of my years
Thanks to the Saints, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
For we no not, for we no not
Thanks to the Saints, Moses the Black and Our Lady of Africa, and bless the bed that I lie on Planet Earth and Lady Gaia. The world before us, hell behind us and the heavens above us, I, St. Africa The Great, do bless you all
Thanks to the Saints
Thanks to St. Homobonus for the tailors and to St. Maurice for the weavers
and to St. Cecilia for the song and thanks for the dance St. Vitus
Thanks my Lord and my Lady
Thanks to the Saints, thank you, thank you, thanks St. Faustina for every little joy and every little moment of sadness
With thanks for the kindness of the stranger on the rocky roads of life, I bid you adieu St. Christopher
or some time now, David Grossman has been describing his writing as a means of survival, as a way of no longer feeling a victim in the "disaster zone" of the seemingly eternal conflict that is Israel-Palestine. At moments he has talked of the risk of dispassion, of being paralysed with fear and despair. With the publication of this extraordinary, impassioned novel, such purpose or hope acquires a new meaning and intensity. It now seems that the life to be saved by writing, even though the struggle may be doomed, could only be – perhaps always has been – the life of a child.
To the End of the Land tells the story of Ora, who leaves her home in Jerusalem to walk across Israel to Galilee, in order to avoid the "notifiers" who might arrive at any moment to inform her of the death of her son. It is the trip they had planned together to celebrate his discharge from military service. Instead, he volunteers to rejoin the army in a high-intensity offensive – "a kick-ass operation" – against the Palestinians at the start of the second intifada. Ofer has been lost to his mother "forever from the moment he was nationalised". Her husband, Ilan, has left her, taking her other son, Adam, with him to South America, after she failed to support Ofer when he was investigated over an incident in Hebron which left a Palestinian trapped in a meat-locker for two days. Ora is, among many other things, her son's failed conscience, a voice of caution for him and for her country which neither wishes to hear. Her love for him is limitless, but when he justifies the recourse to violence against the Palestinians, her sole focus is on saving "her child from the barbarian standing opposite her".
Grossman has not ventured into this territory in his fiction for a long time – not since his earliest novel, The Smile of the Lamb, which was the first Israeli novel to be written about the occupation. To the End of the Land is a chronicle that loops back through Ora's memory and history to cover every war since the founding of Israel in 1948. Ora believes that Israel has no future: "It doesn't really have a chance, this country. It just doesn't." Although Ora will never leave Israel, she is running away (the Hebrew title is A Woman Escaping News). All the characters in this story are in some sense escapees. The novel is a tribute to their resilience as well as to the precarious vitality of family life, memories of which form the densest fabric of the book. Nonetheless, To the End of the Land offers its own bleak reply to the prayer that ends See Under: Love, the most famous of Grossman's novels: that a man might "live in this world from birth to death and know nothing of war".
Ora takes off on her journey in the company of Avram, the man who is in fact Ofer's biological father, narrating her son's life, from birth to what may or may not be death, as they travel across the land. The complex erotics of their story, and of the love-triangle between Ora, Avram and Ilan, is one of the strongest aspects of the book; as is the deft precision of Grossman's depiction of the land – beautifully rendered in Jessica Cohen's translation – that veers, along with the rise and fall of Ora's moods, from lush to desolate. Ora is, as she puts it, the first "notification-refusenik". Ofer will not die as long as she keeps talking and writing about his life (she keeps notebooks as she goes). "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death," Avram whispers to her near the end of the novel, "I will fear no evil, for my story is with me." She also believes, in what she herself recognises as "flipped-out" magical thinking, that if she is not there to receive the notification, then it will be impossible for her son to have died. Although he has often and brilliantly performed such feats of ventriloquism before, it is of special significance that Grossman has taken the risk of telling this tale through the eyes of a woman. Before anything else, To the End of the Land is a novel that recounts like no other I have read the lengths to which a mother will go to preserve the life of her child.
In his literary essays, Grossman has described how dispersing himself through his fictional characters allows him to hold on – just – to the fragments of being that would otherwise cause him to fall apart (characters like Ora, at once steely and endlessly changeable, become then a microcosm of his art). It is for Grossman the ethical gift of fiction, working against our natural impulse to protect ourselves "from any Other", to force writer and reader into another person's skin. This has political consequences: "I write and I try not to shield myself from the legitimacy and suffering of my enemy," he states in his 2007 Arthur Miller Freedom to Write lecture, "or from the tragedy and complexity of his life, or from his mistakes and crimes, or from knowing what I myself am doing to him." Grossman has been one of the most outspoken Jewish Israeli voices against the occupation. He demonstrates weekly against the house demolitions in the East Jerusalem neighbourhood of Sheikh Jarrah (and was beaten by the police a matter of weeks ago). He has always been scrupulous in avoiding what he calls in the same 2007 essay the "public, general, nationalised idiom". It is because Anshel Wasserman, the writer who miraculously returns from the concentration camps in See Under: Love, had no "Jewish nationalism" in his stories that – like Grossman, one could say – he found "favour with the children of the world".
And yet, this is a novel that forces us to ask more than ever: who are the Arabs for Israel's Jews? When Ora gets the Palestinian-Israeli Sami to drive her and Ofer to his military registration point, it is the son who points out the crass insensitivity of what she has done. Later, in one of the most powerful scenes in the novel, Sami allows her partially to redeem herself by driving her through a checkpoint with a sick Palestinian child in her lap to a makeshift hospital where she, and we as readers, are witness to the precariousness of life under occupation (a child on the other side against whom all the odds are stacked but who deserves no less to survive). Sickness is the great equaliser, and it is everywhere – Ora, Avram and Ilan first meet as hospital patients in the midst of the 1967 war. However, the most brutal scene is Avram's memory of being tortured by the Egyptians in the 1973 war. It is the core trauma of the novel and Ofer is its child – he is conceived when Ora determines to prove to Avram that his experience has not unmanned him. As Avram digs his own grave and is buried alive, mocking Egyptian soldiers take photographs. Reading this moment, it felt as if Abu Ghraib – the signature atrocity of the west – had been handed over to the Arabs. In this novel, anyone is capable of being a monster, but it is the Israelis who suffer most.
To the End of the Land emerges at a time when, by Grossman's own account, it has become harder and harder to resist the dominant narrative of his country, a narrative he has done more than most Israeli writers to expose. Ora is by no means immune from it. When Ofer is frightened as a child by what he sees as too few Jews in a country fenced in by enemies, she takes him to the Armoured Corps site at Latrun and shows him the tanks and guns: "What was good enough for a whole country was good enough for my child." The "public, nationalised" narrative which Grossman has so scrupulously avoided till now makes its appearance like the return of the repressed.
It has become part of the legend of this novel that, while he was writing it, Grossman's son Uri was killed on the last day of the 2006 Israeli offensive in Lebanon. It will never be read now without that knowledge, without that unspeakable pain, which is in danger of conferring on the book a mythical status. To the End of the Land is without question one of the most powerful and moving novels I have read. But we do the novel, and Grossman, no favours if we turn it into a sacred object, beyond critical scrutiny and outside the reach of the history to which it so complexly and sometimes disturbingly relates.
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