Arnon Grunberg



Almost a decade ago I read David Grossman’s novel in letters “Be My Knife”. I very much wanted to like it, but somehow I didn’t manage to appreciate the novel.
Last night, together with most of the writers who attended the festival in Jerusalem, I went to an event with David Grossman.
I was listening to Grossman, I should have appreciated what he said; it was undoubtedly nuanced and thoughtful, and perhaps it was the simultaneous translation, but again I couldn’t get into him, there seemed to be an impassable border between Grossman and me.