To The End Of The Land by David Grossman
Posted: 23 Jan 2013, 18:23
To The End Of The Land is my first introduction to David Grossman and it certainly will not be my last. So intense is this book and it had such a profound impact on me that it has taken me nearly two weeks to get my mind together sufficiently to write this review & needing the added impetus of a reminder from DATo this morning.
The first reaction to tragedy psychologists tell us is denial and at the core of To The End Of The Land is a mother (Ora) efforts to deny the “notifiers” the chance to deliver a formal notification of her son (Ofer) death in action with the Israeli Defence Forces. Beset by worry and premonitions she goes hiking on the Israeli hills, a trip she had planned to take with her son, and retelling the life of her son she hopes to defy fate and as it were magically keep him safe. It reminded me of the Jewish tradition of shiva or indeed the Irish concept of the wake where the deceased life is talked over and stories told of his or her achievements good or bad, funny or sad as though by talking through the life story the inevitability of death can be defied, not unique to Jewish or Irish cultures I'm sure. Although her son is not dead, as the story progresses we realise that her concept of her son is indeed dead, since as she puts it “he was nationalised” by the Defence Forces and, probably inevitably, the man that returns from a war situation is never the boy that left … those who came back but never came home.
Inevitably this story involves war and the impact of wars, starting with the 1967 Six Day War and the meeting of three teenagers in a largely abandoned Tel Aviv hospital. The three, Ora and two boys Avram and Ilan, try to comfort each other convinced as they are that their fragile country has fallen to the Egyptian forces. Avram is a poet, a romantic and inevitably Ora falls in love with him but it is Ilan who appears the more needy, less robust and less able to cope with life. The intertwining and convoluted relationships of these three people form the core of this book and the backdrop to this exploration of the great human dilemmas of love, the risks of intimacy, loss, war, memory, regret, guilt and the fear of personal and national obliteration.
I loved the character of Ora, the strong, coping Jewish mother, stuffing her son with his favourite foods when he returns from military service and desperately wanting him to still be the child she knew and reared largely alone. There is a poignant moment when, hugging her returned son she tries to find a space on his uniform clad back that hasn’t been nationalised by the military. There are awful moments when he laughs at her for admonishing him to be careful and he tells her his job is to be the buffer between suicide bombers and Israeli residents, to make sure they blow themselves up at the checkpoint rather than in a restaurant or outside a school. You can almost hear him saying “mother you just don’t understand”. She does understand only too well and she is not opposed to his doing military service and she supports the need to defend their country but in many ways she is asking the age old questions is the price too high, and in defending what they have are they sacrificing the very best of what they are? There is something extraordinary sad and poignant in her interactions with her Arab driver, you just feel in a different time and a different place these two people, so very alike, could be such great friends.
There is so much to digest in this extraordinary, intense book and I am certain I will be rereading it again in the future. There is the bizarre choice Ora is given when she has to choose between Avram and Ilan, without knowing why or the awful consequences of her choice, brought to mind for me the choice forced on Sophie in William Styron’s book, Sophie’s Choice.
To The End Of The Land is my kind of book, intense and meaty with so much to think about and raising issues that will remain in the mind long after the book is put back on the shelf. I will, most definitely, be going in search of more of David Grossman’s published books.

The first reaction to tragedy psychologists tell us is denial and at the core of To The End Of The Land is a mother (Ora) efforts to deny the “notifiers” the chance to deliver a formal notification of her son (Ofer) death in action with the Israeli Defence Forces. Beset by worry and premonitions she goes hiking on the Israeli hills, a trip she had planned to take with her son, and retelling the life of her son she hopes to defy fate and as it were magically keep him safe. It reminded me of the Jewish tradition of shiva or indeed the Irish concept of the wake where the deceased life is talked over and stories told of his or her achievements good or bad, funny or sad as though by talking through the life story the inevitability of death can be defied, not unique to Jewish or Irish cultures I'm sure. Although her son is not dead, as the story progresses we realise that her concept of her son is indeed dead, since as she puts it “he was nationalised” by the Defence Forces and, probably inevitably, the man that returns from a war situation is never the boy that left … those who came back but never came home.
Inevitably this story involves war and the impact of wars, starting with the 1967 Six Day War and the meeting of three teenagers in a largely abandoned Tel Aviv hospital. The three, Ora and two boys Avram and Ilan, try to comfort each other convinced as they are that their fragile country has fallen to the Egyptian forces. Avram is a poet, a romantic and inevitably Ora falls in love with him but it is Ilan who appears the more needy, less robust and less able to cope with life. The intertwining and convoluted relationships of these three people form the core of this book and the backdrop to this exploration of the great human dilemmas of love, the risks of intimacy, loss, war, memory, regret, guilt and the fear of personal and national obliteration.
I loved the character of Ora, the strong, coping Jewish mother, stuffing her son with his favourite foods when he returns from military service and desperately wanting him to still be the child she knew and reared largely alone. There is a poignant moment when, hugging her returned son she tries to find a space on his uniform clad back that hasn’t been nationalised by the military. There are awful moments when he laughs at her for admonishing him to be careful and he tells her his job is to be the buffer between suicide bombers and Israeli residents, to make sure they blow themselves up at the checkpoint rather than in a restaurant or outside a school. You can almost hear him saying “mother you just don’t understand”. She does understand only too well and she is not opposed to his doing military service and she supports the need to defend their country but in many ways she is asking the age old questions is the price too high, and in defending what they have are they sacrificing the very best of what they are? There is something extraordinary sad and poignant in her interactions with her Arab driver, you just feel in a different time and a different place these two people, so very alike, could be such great friends.
There is so much to digest in this extraordinary, intense book and I am certain I will be rereading it again in the future. There is the bizarre choice Ora is given when she has to choose between Avram and Ilan, without knowing why or the awful consequences of her choice, brought to mind for me the choice forced on Sophie in William Styron’s book, Sophie’s Choice.
To The End Of The Land is my kind of book, intense and meaty with so much to think about and raising issues that will remain in the mind long after the book is put back on the shelf. I will, most definitely, be going in search of more of David Grossman’s published books.