Mr Peepology 
Gilad Atzmon's A Guide to the Perplexed is a debut novel with an
excess of style and smut, says Daren King
Saturday January 25, 2003
The Guardian
A Guide to the Perplexed
by Gilad Atzmon
157pp, Serpent's Tail, £7.99
"What is it in Jews that paralyses their brains
and turns them into imbeciles when they are
gathered together?" asks the fictional preface
to this provocative debut novel from Gilad
Atzmon. The remainder of the book is presented
as a historic document, the journal of one
Professor Gunther Wünker, supposedly written
in 2031, following an imagined downfall of the
state of Israel. Like Atzmon, Gunther is a Jew
who becomes a vehement anti-Zionist after his
experiences in the Israeli National Service.
Gunther was named by his grandfather, whose
"appreciation and admiration of German culture
were boundless". Mocked and derided by all
around him, Gunther spends his youth deeply
resenting his bogus Aryan origins. "No five-year-old can be expected
to
walk the streets of Israel bearing the name of a German rocket scientist,"
he
tells us. Gunther longs to turn himself into an "undiluted, thoroughbred
native", and vows to die for the Israeli cause. Only when he reaches
the front
line does he discover that he is "the most scared-shitless coward
on earth".
The simplest way out of the army, we learn, is via the mental health
officer's room, by turning your front trouser pockets inside out, unzipping
your flies, pulling out your penis and claiming to be an elephant. But
the
elephant routine isn't for Gunther. Instead, he sets his weapon to automatic
and shoots himself in the foot. A free man once again, Gunther decides
that he
needs to "tour other worlds, chase distant women".
Having been raised on his grandfather's German pornographic magazines,
it
is no surprise that Gunther opts for Germany. Once there, he finds most
doors wide open to him - partly because he is now quite rich, having written
a book on "the psychology of voyeurism (peepology)", but also,
he muses,
because he survived the ovens, and thus arouses "feelings of spontaneous
remorse".
Gunther is not the most likeable of narrators. "I noticed then that
the fatter
the woman, the stronger her impulse to poke her proboscis into things
that
don't concern her," he tells us. Atzmon's sexual metaphors are rather
confused. Gunther notes at one point that excess of libido led him to
"identify
with the plight of the Palestinian people". Peepology could be something
to do
with the Jew as outsider, or colonialism as masturbation, or something
else
entirely. But while it is odd to mix knob gags with highly serious assertions
- that the Israelis long ago repressed a dangerous obsession with all
things
German, for example - it works, because Atzmon writes with so much style
and his gags are so hilarious.
· Daren King is the author of Boxy an Star (Abacus)
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A GUIDE TO THE PERPLEXED
Gilad Atzmon (Serpent's Tail, 7.99)
What's On
Atzmon is the best jazz saxophonist in Britain, and his complex debut
novel
is the literary equivalent of one of his scintillating solos. A Guide...is
set in a future in which Israel has been replaced, once more, by a state
called Palestine. (A goal which Israeli-born Atzmon actually supports).
It
takes the form of a memoir composed by Professor Gunther Wunker for the
German Institute for the Documentation of Zion. Wunker starts by
documenting
his grandfather's restless attempts to shag ex-pat German women in 1930s
Palestine, after he has fled there from Nazi Germany. Gunther inherits
grandpa's predilection. Wunker codifies the dualisms (and duels) which
inform his own tortuous sexual relationships as the misanthropic (and
borderline misogynistic) philosophy of Peepology - a satirical mirror
of
Guy Debord's situationism, and Marxist theories of alienation - while
his stint
in the Israeli military precipitates his anti-Zionism. If this sounds
overly grim and abstruse, Atzmon infuses the whole with wit worthy of
Heller, Roth
and fellow musician-novelist Richard Hell. Required reading for 'the
chosen' and goyim alike.
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JOE CUSHLEY
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A Guide to the Perplexed by Gilad Atzmon
Reviewed in Time Out by John Lewis
TIME OUT
"The Jewish diaspora has produced Marx, Freud, Einstein and Gershwin:
the
Jewish state, in its 50-odd years of existence has given us Uri Geller.
This
talent deficit acts as the starting point for Gilad Atzmon's debut novel.
Atzmon is usually described as 'a self-loathing Jew' by Zionists, something
he wears as a badge of pride. Born and raised in Israel and now resident
in
London, he's best known as a fine musician and record producer, but has
emerged as a prominent critic of Israel. A Guide to the Perplexed is
presented as the memoirs of 'Gunther Wünker', a sex-obsessed Israeli
academic who moves to Germany where he pioneers 'peepology', a science
of
voyeurism (a piss-take of wanky literary theory). A further postmodern
conceit is that Wünker's memoirs are framed as a historical document,
being
analysed by students of Zionism in the year 2052: shortly after Wünker's
death, and 40 years after the end of the 'historical calamity' of the
Jewish state.
"At its best, A Guide to the Perplexed, is a hilarious satire on
modern
Israel (the narrator despises the 'sandal-wearing' Israeli left even more
than the 'subhuman rightwing hooligans' in charge today). It also serves
as
a taboo-busting treatise on the effect of diaspora on art, science,
sexuality and racial identity. this is a fascinating, ugly, hilarious
and
bonkers book."
Time Out, 6th November 2002
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THE MORNING STAR
BOOK REVIEW
A Guide to the Perplexed
by Gilad Atzmon
Serpent1s Tail, £7.99
Now, this reviewer is much more accustomed to listening and grooving
to the sounds of Gilad
Atzmon1s alto or soprano saxophone than he is to reading his words.
Atzmon is the Israeli jazzman who abhors his country1s trespass over Palestine
and who
dedicates his startling and brilliant music to those who prosecute the
intifada and resist the
Israeli occupation every day of their lives.
The jazz lover would know, from Atzmon1s witty introductions to his musical
performances,
that he has more than the conventional talent for satire, but need to
read A Guide to the
Perplexed to realise its full Swiftian force.
Imagine. It is some 40 years since the state of Israel has been obliterated
and a new
institute has been established to record its history and the ideas and
politics which
dominated it and finally secured its destruction. A key text in the Institute1s
archives is the
journal of one Gunther Wunker.
Wunker tells the story of his life in the last years of Israel1s existence,
during a critical
period when its people 3and I among them, were adept at ignoring painful
reality in a
systematic way.2 He exposes his zany life in the Israeli Defence Force,
how his
super-patriotism and fantasies that he was 3a lieutenant general in the
victorious zionist
army2 became completely undermined by the realisation of his chronic cowardice.
Wunker1s huge sexual appetite and fascination for teutonic women takes
him to Germany,
where he develops a new scholarly discipline of voyeurism Ð 3how to
establish a civil
society, based on equality by means of the mirror of peepology.2
His best-selling book, Gunther1s Guide to the Voyeur, takes Germany by
storm, as its author
3realised that the fabric of our lives has turned into a wank, a market-culture
of
self-release.2
Meanwhile, Wunker observes that his 3beloved nation2 is lurching on 3a
zigzag course
towards certain annihilation.2 He asks the questions about its true raison
d1etre. 3What1s
the point of planting the West in the East?2 is the theme of his interrogation.
3What reason could there be for re-inventing America in a place where
Niagara1 means a
flushing toilet? Why install the poetic dream of a new Middle East and
invest in it wealth and
prodigious effort, when, for the price of an air ticket, you can travel
straight to the heart of
the dream?2
For Wunker, Israel becomes, essentially, a theme park of the US in a land
belonging to others.
As Wunker seeks to employ his 3peepological research2 to trace the source
of the self-lie
that is Israel. It becomes the most tragic peep show of all.
From Germany, Wunker beholds, with a scathing irony, the crowds of his
bitter
ex-compatriots thronging into Germany, once the country of their agony.
And now, as a
celebrated academic, he is invited to a conference in his former nation
to mark the
quarter-centenary of the foundation of the State of Palestine.
He finds a community 3intent on bringing about a civil revolution, forging
an egalitarian
society in which all the different races could live together in mutual
respect.2 Something
indeed different from the place he remembers as a precocious boy.
A Guide to the Perplexed is part white-hot satire, part uproarious farce,
part sheer
extravagance with language and ideas and part political testimony of anatomisation
and no
little hope.
It is best read next to a stereo
with Atzmon1s horn soaring in the
foreground. Try his album Gilad Atzmon and the Orient House Ensemble as
a prime
accompaniment. It makes the book move with even more indignation and verve.
Chris Searle
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Counterpunch
You Must Leave Home, Again
Gilad Atzmon's "A Guide to the Perplexed"
By JEFFREY ST. CLAIR
Gilad Atzmon is an exile, a Jewish refugee, compelled to flee his homeland
for friendlier terrain. He emigrated not from Europe or the American South,
but from Israel itself. That's what compulsory service in the Israeli
military can do: turn you into a martyr, a killer or a refusenik.
A couple of years in the Israeli army was enough to open Atzmon's eyes
to
the ongoing tragedy of the Occupation and also to Israel's steady
transformation into a militarized state controlled by coterie of religious
extremists. So Atzmon left a confirmed anti-Zionist. He ended up in London,
where he has flourished, as a leading writer on the plight of the
Palestinian people under Israeli occupation. Last year Atzmon became a
British citizen, which he tells me is "not something to be proud
of in the
age of Blair."
Atzmon is also one of the most gifted jazz musicians in Europe, making
his
mark first in Ian Dury's band The Blockheads. But his recent recordings
with
his own band, Orient House Ensemble, are exquisite. His new cd, Exile,
is a
rich and demanding blend of post-bop jazz livened with a Middle Eastern
flavor, where Atzmon's soprano sax blends with the eerie keening of the
gifted Palestinian singer Reem Kelani. The result is reminiscent of
Coltrane's A Love Supreme and multi-ethnic musical excursions of Yusef
Lateef: in other words, challenging and innovative jazz riding on top
of a
radical political consciousness. The album is dedicated to the Palestinian
people and their right to return to their homeland.
Gunther Wunker, the central character in his scabrous first novel, A
Guide
to the Perplexed, is a lot like Atzmon, although he follows a symbolic
different itinerary: he evacuates Israel for Germany, "the answer
to all my
needseverything my homeland aspired to be but never was". The diaspora
running in reverse.
A Guide to the Perplexed is a vividly written satire, infused with a
ribald sense of humor and an unsparing critique of the incendiary political
cauldron of the Mideast. The novel is a heady mix of Rothian sex romps,
ruminations on the nature of identity, and bizarre escapades through the
tangled nature of political and military bureaucracies that are worthy
of
Joseph Heller.
The story, which takes the form a journal written by the aging and perhaps
slightly doughty Gunther, is powered by a narrative voice as cocky,
relentless and fractured as a Charlie Parker solo.
The novel opens in the year 2052. Israel has been defunct for 40 years,
replaced by a Palestinian state striving for the kind of assimilated
population Israel violently resisted. German historians at the Institution
for the Documentation of Zion discover a memoir written by Wunker (named
by
his Jewish grandfather after a German rocket engineer), detailing his
alienation from Israel and rise to fame as a "peepologist,"
a kind of
professional voyeur.
At one level, of course, the Gunther is simply a connoisseur of peep
shows
and there are plenty of sexual escapades to move things along in this
novel.
Gunther develops a particular fascination for German women because "they
don't compromise, they never give up on their libido." He finds that
German
women are drawn to him, not because of any sexual mystique on his part,
but
simply because his family "survived the ovens."
But Dr. Peep is also an outsider, capable of peering back on his homeland
through an exile's peephole in "the ramshackle wall [Israel built]
to keep
at bay the dark reality materializing before their eyes."
Gunther titles his manuscript, A Guide to the Perplexed: the perplexed
being "the unthinking Chosen" who "cling to clods of earth
that don't belong
to them." He is reared on the thanatic fantasies of Israeli militarism
"dedicated to heroic death on the battlefield". Naturally, young
Gunther is
obsessed with the Israeli military and developed "a powerful urge
to die in
Israeli war". The point is well made: Israeli youth are conditioned
to
embrace patriotic death with the same enthusiasm as a suicide bomber from
Hamas. In the Zionist state, "dying on the altar of history"
is promoted as
the height of patriotic achievement. Israeli wives, Wunker observes, are
selected on their suitability as potential widows, whose main role is
to
"perpetuate the memory of slain soldiers."
But a few days in the "absurd, strident, dictatorial morass of the
Army"
are all it takes for Wunker to realize that he is "the most scared-shitless
coward on Earth." He sees his best friend, Alberto, dissolve into
recon unit
called the forgetting squad, a group of "elite amnesiacs." When
Alberto is
killed, even his commanding officer can't remember why or even how he
died.
This is the Catch-22 logic of life in the Israeli National Service: in
order to survive you must forget why you are there. "The army was
perceived
as such an absurd organization that as a means of forging within it an
imaginative, critical, and creative element, men had to be trained in
anti-military thinking to the point of revolutionary stupidity."
At a loss to get out, he finally shoots himself in the foot during a
battle, but his yelps of pain are mistaken by his fellow soldiers as a
cry
to attack. Naturally, he becomes a national hero, especially to Israeli
"women of the Left, who have a poetic compassion for war causalities:
it
makes them horny as hell."
So Gunther rejects the Army for a "priapic campaign for peace."
It is as a
sexual outsider that he first begins to "identify with the plight
of the
Palestinian people." Eventually, Gunther achieves a level of international
fame as a peepologist. He even becomes something of a pop political advisor
and dispenses advice to Clinton in his time of trauma. "Bill my old
friend,"
Gunther counsels the priapic prez. "Go on sliding cigars up arseholes.
Without knowing it you have acquired a permanent place in the mythology
of
sexual relations. We understand where you're at and we identify with your
needs." Sydney Blumenthal couldn't have put it any more succinctly.
Like Norman Finkelstein, Atzmon abhors the ways in which the Holocaust
is
highjacked for nefarious political purposes. The novel excoriates the
commercialization of the Holocaust, suggesting that such uses amount to
a
trivialization of one of history's greatest horrors. Atzmon also argues
that
the Holocaust is invoked as a kind of reflexive propaganda designed to
shield the Zionist state from responsibility for any transgression against
Palestinians. Early in the novel, Gunther's grandfather warns him that
"There no business like Shoah business."
Wunker comes to see Israel as a death obsessed culture, populated by
"bereavement freaks" and "professional victims", where
the pain of the
Palestinians is seen as "an economic asset" and the "death
business is a
national sport." Every military victory, Wunker comes to conclude,
is in
fact a defeat, leading the Zionist state toward the terminal fulfillment
of
the national myth of Masada.
Atzmon's novel then serves as a final wake-up call to other Israeli
intellectuals who must come to terms with being aliens in another people's
land. The stakes are incredibly high and the unsettling subject matter
could've made for a very hard and somber reading experience. But Atzmon
writes with verve and wit. It's a deliriously exhilerating read. Like
the
best satire and the most profound jazz, A Guide to the Perplexed is painful,
but it goes down easy.
Jeffrey St. Clair is author of Been Brown So Long It Looked Like Green
to
Me: the Politics of Nature (Common Courage Press) and coeditor, with
Alexander Cockburn, of The Politics of Anti-Semitism (AK Press). Both
books
will be published in October.
A SLAUGTHERHOUSE FOR SACRED COWS- Yediot Acharonot
This book will not leave you unmoved. Conservatives will hate it, politicians will want it burned and angry young people may turn it into a manifesto. "A state that is supported solely by its force will eventually become a Stalinistic USSR." said Natan Zach last week and there are indeed people who claim that Israel is just a short episode in Jewish life. There are some who will be sad about this and some that won't. In my opinion a state that brings death to five small Palestinian children and doesn't even apologise but just offers light condolences may not deserve to exist.
But Gilad Atzmon doesn't enter into this debate, he simply starts from
the next stage. His futuristic fiction is published in 2052, 40 years
after the state of Israel passed away and the majority of its Jewish citizens
have turned into (arrogant and repulsive) refugees overseas. In order
to provide Israel with a decent burial an institute for the Documentation
of Zion was established. It took it upon itself to publish the autobiography
of Gunther Wanker, an ex-Israeli, and his life story takes up most of
the book. This is a story of unfulfilled love for the army, for the state,
for women and a story of continuous escape from the army, from the
state, from women who are loaded with success and fame. There are certain
similarities between Gunther and the author, an
ex-Israeli musician who is very successful in London. Sometimes the voices
sound like a single voice: "Why install the poetic dream of a new
Middle East and invest in it wealth and prodigious effort, when for the
price of an air-ticket you can travel straight to the heart of the dream?"
"Half of our literature is full of fornication" declares Matan Zach. Guide to the Perplexed doesn't exclude itself from this genre. There is a lot of sex in this book but it is of a very unproductive kind: peeping, masturbating and the use of sex toys such as the inflatable doll Margarita. Professor Wanker gained his highly prestigious status from the invention of a new academic discipline - the science of peepology. His sparkling career can be read as a parody of some of the post-modern theories that are over-popular now: "Peepological research seeks to trace the roots of the self-lie with the aid of models of pornographic consumerism."
"Migrants have a wonderful ability to see things in their nakedness" - this is a beautiful truth and there are many of these in this book and it implies that Atzmon or Professor Wanker have the ability to develop a real slaughterhouse for sacred cows. The peace process is slaughtered here: "When they told me proudly about peace rallies and pilgrimages by the Polish ruling junta to various Arabic capitals, I perceived at once, as an international peepologist, that peace had become an object of collective onanism and would therefore never find release." He slaughters the Zionist left: "I was utterly disgusted by this provincial peace chase that pretends to be green, by the disciples of the proper rest from the factory producing the black box that religiously followed the empty Zionist left". He slaughters the fashionable journey to India, he slaughters the Shas rabbis, he even slaughters Rabin's assassination: "the legend told of a certain king, a commander of armies who though he had waged wars all his life, was suddenly exposed, on the very day of his death, as a secret lover of peace.."
All is presented in very sharp, witty (some would say provocative) prose:
"during the third decade of my life I was prone to
severe concentration problems. In retrospect, I sometimes thought it would
have been a good move by my parents to send me, in my early childhood,
during one of the summer vacations, to a concentration camp". This
is a brilliant parody of all of us and behind this comedy hides our terrible
tragedy.
MORE PRESS REVIEWS of the Hebrew edition:
"THE MALE COUNTER-ATTACK TO THE WOMB. Entertaining chauvinism... Atzmon's book is one of the funniest books I have come across. He manages to finely scrutinise male apathy and to come up with very accurate observations about men, women and unimportant subjects such as global politics" Ynet, Tel Aviv
"In his new book Guide to the Perplexed there is a brilliant hidden Nabokovian approach" Maariv
"The book is written in rich and clever Hebrew mixed with brilliant cynical humour" AL London
"Plucks on the most sensitive strings of Israeli society" Ha-ir
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Sex, Politics and the Circumcised
A GUIDE TO THE PERPLEXED
By Gilad Atzmon, 2002
Maria Hussein
Translated from Hebrew by Philip Simpson
Available from www.serpentstail.com, $14
"When I walked in the world, among collapsing empires, I became aware
that
when self-mockery is absent, you may be sure that ruination is already
pon you. Peoples bereft of humour, those lamenting the bitterness of their
hate, those convinced they are the chosen ones, those indulging in mass
lamentation - their end is at hand."
At first glance, this book looks like a pathetic, trashy novel about a
Jewish man whose neurotic insecurity about his circumcision drives him
to
release his cultural rage through the conquest of German women. But by
disguising his message as soft porn, the author gets away with saying
what
normally cannot be published: that the Zionist project is a failure. This
political fiction novel foretells the demise of the State of Israel and
promotes the idea of a new, culturally diverse, free Palestine. The story
ends with unwanted, arrogant Israeli refugees flooding into Europe. Its
callous, dark humor contains the machismo to make the anti-Zionist message
palatable to a society where sympathy for the Palestinian people is
considered trite and socially unacceptable.
This is the story of an Israeli who is deeply ashamed of what his own
people
have done to destroy a civilization in the name of property ownership.
It
starts out with himself as a youth, self-deluded to think that he wishes
to be martyred for the sake of the Zionist cause. Once on the battlefield,
he
freaks out and shoots himself in the foot and then has to deal with people
thinking he is a war hero. Deeply disillusioned, he chooses to live in
exile and pursue a career in "peepology" - the intellectual
analyses of the
deeper meanings of the porn industry. Floundering helplessly between the
licentious and the divine, he comes to understand the root of pleasure-obsessed
consumer culture as the sublimation of denial and anger into a zen
experience of lust.
Buried beneath the sleaze, there are deep and endless philosophical
speculations about the man/woman dialectic and the search for absolute
love.
"A Guide to the Perplexed" explores cultural identity in exile,
the
nihilism of the overfed, the collapse of the western democratic ideal,
the
existential fear of the absurd, and the subsequent withdrawal of society
into collective schizophrenia. Ultimately, the philosophical framework
of
peepology, the idea that all of life is but a peepshow, exposes the end
of
Jewish history on a scriptural level. The Bible itself is broken down
into
"word as meaning in flux within the anecdotal context," therefore
annihilating the basis for the historical claims of the "chosen people"
and
putting Judaism in direct confrontation with love itself.
The author, an Israeli expatriot residing in London, is best known as
a
be-bop jazz saxophonist and clarinet player. His band, the Orient House
Ensemble, is promoting world peace by blending cultures through music.
Gilad
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I 'm delighted to say that some Zionists are also reading my book and have done me a honour of reviewing it badly
Tedious propaganda and butch
Hephzibah Anderson (Observer, also writers of the London Zionist right wing paper ' the Jewish Chronicle' )
Sunday October 20, 2002
The Observer
The London-based Israeli jazzman Gilad Atzmon has no such qualms, and
the
result is undisguised propaganda with a side of tits and ass. A Guide
to the
Perplexed (Serpent's Tail £7.99, pp160) takes the form of the memoirs
of one
Gunther Wunker, leading expert in 'Peepology' (the science of peep-show
voyeurism), and extremist anti-Zionist, written in the near future, some
40
years after the state of Israel has ceased to exist. Roping in 'statutory
rape days' as organised by the Palestinian government to promote peace,
the
'Shoah business', and 'concentration' camps for hyper-active Israelis,
it no
doubt aims at fashionable irreverence, but this novella's only remarkable
trait is its tardis-like capacity for tedium.
Gunther is a character heavily influenced by Philip Roth's deliriously
dirty
old men, but while they are complex, compelling characters, and spout
ideas
that fairly sizzle, Prof Wunker is as inadequate on the page as he is
in
bed, and Atzmon's pompous philosophical debates are simply unconvincing,
stifled as they are by self-hatred. When Gunther writes that the absence
of
self-mockery signals 'ruination', he is absolutely right, it's just that
Gilad Atzmon is not very funny.
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A crude - and rude - assault on Israel misfires
By Matthew J Reisz ( Independent, also writers for the 'Jewish Quarterly'
)
07 December 2002
Peace in the Middle East, reflects Gunther Wunker in his
memoir-within-a-novel, is "like the fantasy of the naked woman revealed
through the glass of the peephole. As is known today to every peepologist
worthy of the name, the worst fear of every peeper is realisation of the
fantasy ... Mourners by candlelight [after Israeli prime minister Rabin's
assassination] are just jerking off into the void."
Wunker (the name says it all) is born in Israel in the Sixties and soon
starts fantasising about becoming "a decorated and irritating Israeli
pioneer. I'd also developed a powerful urge to die in Israel's wars."
Experience of the army soon shatters his military ambitions, and sex
makes
him realise there are good reasons for staying alive. German women become
a
particular passion: "There's nothing more wonderful than the gorgeous,
full-bodied, ash-blonde Aryan chick, gagging for it."
Wunker realises that his "beloved homeland was lurching on a zigzag
course
towards ... annihilation". An ugly scene towards the end has him
watch
Israelis die, "dying without dignity, dying without honour. On one
level I
was amused, on another I was deeply grieved." His memoir and his
papers
appear with a Preface, dated 2052, by a professor from the German Institute
for the Documentation of Zion - an organisation devoted to deciphering
"the
collective intellectual regression that led [Israel] to destruction".
As a viciously black satire on Israeli life, A Guide to the Perplexed
is
grandiose, childish and nasty, but with just enough connection with reality
to give it a certain unsettling power. The original Hebrew edition was
well
reviewed in much of the liberal press in Israel, so who am I to be offended?
Unfortunately, Wunker also has a long series of dreary sexual adventures.
He
creates the science of voyeurism or "peepology" (cue feeble
jokes about
academia). We get to hear about his deep relationship with a plastic sex
doll, and another with a woman so awash with vaginal juices that "making
love to her without a lifeguard standing by was ... hazardous". He
offers
recipes for chopped liver and proposes "statutory rape-days"
as a way of
breaking the ice between Arabs and Jews.
Those who still thrill to the pages of Sixties underground "comix"
may find
some of this amusing, however laboured. Yet even those semi-sympathetic
to
its politics will find it cheap and "provocative" in the worst
possible
sense. Gilad Atzmon has been deservedly acclaimed as a master of the jazz
saxophone and clarinet. His writing, alas, represents a completely false
start.
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