It's a magnificent coda to Grossman's speech. "We can begin all over again..." However, painful, it has to be that way and reminds me a little of the coda to Samuel Beckett's novel 'The Unnameable'. "You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on." For those suffering grief and loss, there is no other way. And for Grossman his triumphs and his tragedies are inseparable from his homeland Israel. They are deeply entwined.
From David Grossman's memorable comments: the UK's Jewish communities are now feeling fragile once more-a national disgrace-and many of us, the Gentile silent majority-sense that our society is now shaking beneath our feet.
We have lost Israel's sense of solidarity and meaning as madness appeasement and extremism of the worst kind take hold.
Grossman’s words reflect my immediate thoughts of the consequences of the October 7th slaughter. We will never, ever be the same. Our grandparents experienced it during the pogroms, our parents experienced it during the Holocaust, and now we currently experience the nightmare.
It's a magnificent coda to Grossman's speech. "We can begin all over again..." However, painful, it has to be that way and reminds me a little of the coda to Samuel Beckett's novel 'The Unnameable'. "You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on." For those suffering grief and loss, there is no other way. And for Grossman his triumphs and his tragedies are inseparable from his homeland Israel. They are deeply entwined.
From David Grossman's memorable comments: the UK's Jewish communities are now feeling fragile once more-a national disgrace-and many of us, the Gentile silent majority-sense that our society is now shaking beneath our feet.
We have lost Israel's sense of solidarity and meaning as madness appeasement and extremism of the worst kind take hold.
Grossman’s words reflect my immediate thoughts of the consequences of the October 7th slaughter. We will never, ever be the same. Our grandparents experienced it during the pogroms, our parents experienced it during the Holocaust, and now we currently experience the nightmare.
This is one of the most heartbreaking and pignant responses to the massacred that I have read. The resiliance in the face of tragey is reamarkable.
Stanley Krippner