Sunday, August 6, 2023

What Readers Are Saying About "Tales of the Tel Aviv Ticket Inspector"


Readers of my short story "Tales of the Tel Aviv Ticket Inspector" have posted their feedback on social media and in messages to me, and I'd like to share their words. I hope you have a chance to read the story!


Tales of the Tel Aviv Ticket Inspector

Published in June 2023, DoubleSpeak


"This is brilliant. It says so much about the love of a job, the love of a city and the tapestry of its people, and most of all, the love of a spouse--beyond health and measure. I felt Avshalom's internal wrestling, the loss he faced in giving up that simple (yet deeply rich) job as a driver... to face the beauty and banality of a life of lentil soup and "everything the same as always." Yes, even after a brush with death. Thank you for this most worthwhile and enriching piece."

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"Incredibly touching"

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"Amazing!"

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"Outstanding"

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"Well written of course! Love seeing the world through the eyes of your characters!"

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"I really enjoyed this, Ellis. Seamlessly written. The bittersweet ending hit the high notes"

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I hope you have a chance to read "Tales of the Tel Aviv Ticket Inspector".


Wednesday, July 26, 2023

Review of 'The Shortest Road' by David L. Robbins

The battles of Israel's War of Independence are raging in the opening pages of The Shortest Road by David L. Robbins (Wicked Son, May 2023). The novel is the sequel to Isaac’s Beacon and continues the story of the complex, flawed protagonists of that previous book.

Readers captivated by the struggles of American journalist Vince; Austrian refugee Rivkah and her machine gun-toting sister, Gabbi; and Malik, the mysterious, camel-riding Bedouin who befriends them; will have no problem jumping into the narrative, but others will be confused by who they are and what they're fighting for.

The author holds back no punches in his descriptions of Israel's bloodiest war and the politics of the young country's leaders. Menachem Begin is portrayed as a brave Irgun fighter and idealist standing aboard the weapons-bearing Altalena cargo ship before it is sunk by IDF shelling. Eye-patched Moshe Dayan is shown leading reckless commando raids into Palestinian towns while Prime Minister David Ben-Gurion sits tight in his Tel Aviv office orchestrating the war efforts.

Especially hard for Israeli readers will be the extensive depictions of the eviction of Palestinians as Israel extends its territories eastward from Tel Aviv. Highlighted are the rounding up of the residents of Lydda, their forced march to Ramallah, the looting of their homes, and the murder of some of the innocent refugees. It is clear that the author has based his fiction on extensive historical research so readers would be hard-pressed to doubt its authenticity.

It is difficult to read The Shortest Road as a standalone novel, or to feel an emotional connection to its protagonists. The narrative falls short of providing their backgrounds and sentiments, so strongly delivered in the first book. Still, the author's language is rich and the descriptions are vivid and evocative, making it hard to stop reading.

New York Times best-selling author David L. Robbins is the author of 16 novels and four professionally produced plays. Many of his books are historical, depicting the battles and conflicts of World War Two. In 2018, Robbins was named one of two most influential literary artists in the Commonwealth of Virginia.


Originally posted on The Times of Israel.

 

Related article:

Review of ‘Isaac’s Beacon’ by David L. Robbins


Tuesday, July 18, 2023

What Readers Are Saying About "Forgiveness"


Readers of two of my recent stories, especially my story "Forgiveness," have posted their feedback on social media and in messages to me, and I'd like to share their words. I hope you have a chance to read the story!


"Forgiveness"

Published in June 2023, The Writing Disorder                          


"It is a poignant, so moving short piece of fiction and realism mixed in one entity. I know the tales about our Jews and the courageous acts of the representatives of the Christian Orthodox Church and the society in its entirety. There have been movies dedicated to this part of the Bulgarian history and at school we learnt about exactly what is described in the letters."

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"Very interesting and thought provoking."

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"Wow!"

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"The story brought tears to my eyes."

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"It's quite moving and makes me think of where my wife's family (from Dupnitsa and Kyustendil) or those of Jewish Bulgarian friends (one Jewish family from Dupnitsa particularly comes to mind) may have been in these moments."

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"This is great, Ellis, very well written. Thanks for sharing, I learned a bunch too!"

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"Great story! I really enjoyed how effortlessly it takes you back in time."

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"Powerful story!!  I knew nothing of Bulgaria and its past history. A lot of research went into this one for sure!!!  Well done."

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"Thank you for sharing the complicated history of Bulgaria during the Holocaust."

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"Good story. Is it fictional? I couldn’t tell. It’s not precise that all 48,000 Jews survived. Boris didn’t care about the Bulgarian Jews, who were abroad from September 1, 1939 on. They were all given to the Nazis and the BG government only asked for their names, so they could take over the property left."

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"It's a deeply touching, if also harrowing, story! Especially since it's, after all, based on true events. Good work! The story has both a documentary feel and a very personal one, and you've managed to portray a very multi-faceted tragedy, as part of an even more multi-faceted history."

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I hope you have a chance to read "Forgiveness", a fictional account of real historic events.

Thursday, July 6, 2023

Review of 'Inside Information' by Eshkol Nevo

In "Death Road", the opening story of Inside Information by Eshkol Nevo, translated by Sondra Silverston (Other Press, June 2023), 39-year-old Omri is on a post-divorce trek in Bolivia when he meets honeymooners Ronen and Mor. That night, Mor knocks on his door and Omri senses that something is wrong in her marriage. Shortly afterwards, Ronen is killed in a freak bicycle accident. After returning to Israel, Omri makes a shiva call, even though he barely knew the deceased.

At the shiva, Mor shows no signs of wanting to talk to Omri, but then she slips him a note, asking him to meet her in a nearby park. Having escaped Ronen's suspicious brothers, Mor tells Omri what caused her husband to fall into the abyss on Death Road. As she relates the story, Omri feels he is beginning to slip into the abyss with her. Is that what really happened and will he also pay the price for Ronen's death?

In "Family History", senior attending physician Dr. Asher Caro, supervising the residents in the hospital's Internal Medicine department, notices the distinctiveness of Liat Ben Abu. Caro, 'soft-boned and ham-fisted, still bowed by [his wife's]'s death,' develops a desire for Liat, not sexual in nature but rather a strong urge to care for her as he did for his wife when she was ill. When Liat falls for the charm of a fellow doctor, responsible for a string of brokenhearted women, Caro can't help but reach out, anonymously, in an attempt to protect Liat from the same fate.

With tears in her eyes from the inevitable break-up, Liat shows up at Caro's apartment, saying 'What would I do without you?' He offers her tea but she asks for alcohol. Dizzy, she  lies down for a few minutes. When he leans forward to cover her, just like he tucked in his children when they were small, his hand inadvertently falls into the opening of her shirt. And then his troubles begin.

In the concluding story, "A Man Walks into an Orchard", we meet Chelli, who takes an exercise walk every Saturday morning with her husband Ofer in the orchards near their home. On one such walk, Ofer informs his wife that he is dying to pee. He hands Chelli his phone and disappears among the trees. A minute goes by. Another minute. Another minute.

As the police investigate, family secrets are revealed. Chelli's affair, which was known only to her son. The blog of 100-word, somewhat disturbing stories that Ofer faithfully updated. There is no trace as to Ofer's whereabouts, but even when all leads dry up, Chelli refuses to give up hope. She misses 'something that's hard to put into words, maybe...connection?' She also misses certainty. She wants to know 'something for certain.' What happened to her husband?

The three separate stories of Inside Information are independent of each other, novella-like in their length, with only a word or two connecting their narratives. Still, there is much to tie them together. In all three we meet unreliable, flawed narrators revealing their tales of love, intimacy, longing, and desire. Weaving them together is Nevo's masterful ability to capture our attention with compelling narratives, unexpected twists, and unconventional love stories. The book, an absolute pleasure to read, leaves us wondering what will happen next in the lives of the relatable characters with whom we've become intimate on its pages.

Eshkol Nevo is one of Israel’s most critically and commercially acclaimed writers. His novels have all been bestsellers in Israel and published widely in translation. Homesick was awarded the Reimond Vallier Prize in France (2008) and shortlisted for the Sapir Prize in Israel (2005). World Cup Wishes (2007) won the Golden Book Prize in Israel and was awarded the Adei-wizo Prize in Italy. Three Floors Up (Other Press, 2017) was adapted for film by the acclaimed Italian director Nanni Moretti; and The Last Interview (Other Press, 2020) was a finalist for the National Jewish Book Award. Nevo is the grandson of Israeli Prime Minister Levi Eshkol, for whom he was named.

Sondra Silverston has translated the work of Israeli fiction writers including Etgar Keret, Ayelet Gondar-Goshen, and Zeruya Shalev. Her translation of Amos Oz's Between Friends won the National Jewish Book Award for fiction in 2013. A native New Yorker, she has lived in Israel since 1970.

Originally published on The Times of Israel.

Related article:

Review of ‘The Last Interview’ by Eshkol Nevo



Friday, June 30, 2023

"Tales of the Tel Aviv Ticket Inspector" - short story


"Tickets! Tickets for inspection!"

The grey-haired woman in the third row squirms in her seat, fumbles with her purse, and finally extracts her green Rav Kav bus card. Avshalom senses she's hiding something. His suspicions are confirmed when he presses her card to his handheld reader.

"You didn't pay," he tells her.

"What?" she asks in Russian.

"Rav Kav—empty," he replies in accented, imperfect Russian. This surprises her, he can see. She isn't expecting a religious, Sephardic, slightly overweight, somewhat disheveled ticket inspector to answer her in her native tongue. "Get off bus," he says.

"But I paid!" Her face reddens in embarrassment as she pushes past the commuters standing near the door. "I paid!" She steps down to the sidewalk. The door whooshes closed behind her and the bus pulls away from the stop.


Read the rest of the story on DoubleSpeak.

Photo by Bahnfrend and used under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license

Friday, June 23, 2023

"Forgiveness" - short story


The village was nestled in green foothills not far from the Greek border. Quaint wooden farmhouses and ramshackle barns. Cultivated fields of summer crops; fenced-off pastures spotted with dairy cows and goats. Grassy meadows bordered by colorful wildflowers. In the distance, snow-capped peaks below a cloudless blue sky. The Rhodope Mountains, scenic and bucolic, home to some of Bulgaria’s oldest citizens. One of them was waiting to see me.

“My grandfather is ninety-five-years old,” Anna reminded me as we drove south on the narrow highway. “He’s half blind, walks with a cane, and doesn’t hear very well, but he still has his wits about him. He rises at the crack of dawn to milk his cow and tends his vegetable garden in the afternoons. And he eats a lot of yoghurt,” she added with a laugh.

“I can’t believe I’m here, that I’ve flown all the way from Tel Aviv just to meet him.”

“He’s very eager to see you.” Anna continued to talk excitedly as she drove, but I remained mostly silent, keeping my eyes focused on the beautiful countryside.

I was looking forward to meeting him as well, but I had a growing feeling of trepidation ahead of my visit to his home. Why had I come to Bulgaria? Had I made a mistake? Was I on a wild goose chase that would make me a laughingstock when I returned to my office in a few days’ time? I shook my head, shocked at my impulsive decision to come.

Anna slowed down when we passed the sign announcing our arrival in Gela, the village that was our destination. A minute later, she parked the car. I got out, took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, and followed her up a gravel path towards a wooden farmhouse that had seen better days. We took off our shoes outside the door and went inside.

It took several minutes for my eyes to fully acclimate to the dark interior. Outside it was a warm June day, but inside the farmhouse I shivered. The unlit fireplace at the side of an open kitchen made me wonder how warm the room was in winter. The Rhodopes were ski territory, I had learned. Visions of snow-covered slopes brought back memories of the ski trip I took with friends after finishing my compulsory service in the Israeli army.

“Sit here,” Anna said, pointing at a low bench near the dining room table. “My mother is probably shopping in Smolyan. I'll go see if my grandfather is awake.”

I sat down and looked around the rustic, homey room. Watercolor paintings of green landscapes hung on one wall; a window opened to real-life vistas of the same. All the furniture was wooden, apparently homemade. I rested my hands on a colorful embroidered tablecloth, kicked my backpack under the table, and fidgeted as I waited for Anna’s grandfather. All I knew was that he had something to give me, and I didn’t have a clue what it could be.


Read the rest of the story on The Writing Disorder.


Monday, June 12, 2023

"I Am Marco Polo's Brother" - short story

My name is Giuseppe Polo, son of Niccolò and Nicole Anna, born in the year of our Lord 1251 in the magnificent city of Venice. Magnificent, I say, not only because of my city's Gothic-style palaces and narrow canals winding through its districts like so many cobblestoned streets, but also because of the power and influence of the Republic of Venice. Our republic is prosperous, ruling many territories on the shores of the Aegean Sea and beyond.

I was but a boy of three, still weaning from my mother, when my illustrious father and uncle Maffeo set forth as traveling merchants on a mission to the East. They sought spices and silks, precious gems, and gold and silver utensils, anything that would benefit our family business, but I believe the true intention of their journey was something other than material wealth.

Read the rest of the story on Litro Magazine USA.

Sunday, June 4, 2023

"The Last Elephant" - short story


Sometime in the near future

Ethan has been looking forward to the school outing for weeks. Marking the dates on his calendar, a countdown running in his head. Two weeks to go. One more week. Four days. Two. Today!

Ethan is going to the zoo with his classmates at Lincoln Elementary. With Liam and Stevie, his best friends. They are as excited as he is. The zoo! And they will see the elephant!

“Listen up everybody,” Mrs. Gibson says to her students when they arrive. She introduces them to one of the zoo’s employees.

“My name is Jackson, but you can call me Jack. Our zoo is a member of Animals Consolidated, the leading zoo management company in America,” he explains. “Our zoos have the most wonderful creatures. You’ll see some of these special animals today. Are you ready to get started?”

Jack leads them along the pathway to the center of the zoo grounds. Past the tropical bird hall, past the reptile pavilion. Past the pond where cranes, herons, and geese flap their wings and dip their beaks. Up a slight hill.

“This is the lions’ cage,” Jack says, pointing through the bars.

“Where are the lions?” Liam asks.

“The lions aren’t here right now,” Jack tells the schoolchildren. “They’re on loan to another zoo. There are so few lions left that we share them.”

Ethan is impatient. He hasn’t come to see lions. Or tigers. Or any other wild animal. He has come to see the elephant. He walks away from the group and approaches the biggest enclosure of all. And there he is.

Ollie—that’s the elephant’s name. In the distance, Ollie is feeding on greenery, raising his long, gray trunk, piling the food into his mouth. Lowering it playfully for another mouthful.

Ollie looks up, his white tusks sparkling in the morning sunlight. He lumbers forward, across the pen in slow motion, toward the boy. A huge, bobbing head. One leg lifting heavily and stamping down, another leg following it. Gray, wrinkled skin shaking back and forth. Tail wagging, slapping at flies. A gigantic, magnificent creature approaching.

“Wow!” Ethan shouts. The elephant draws near.

The other schoolchildren join Ethan at the guardrails, watching the bull elephant swaying until it comes to a halt a few feet away from where they’re standing.

“Step back,” Mrs. Gibson cautions them. “Let’s wait for Jack’s explanation.”

“Ollie goes from one zoo to another, so that as many people as possible can see him,” Jack begins.

“I heard he’s the only one,” Ethan says.

“Yes, he’s the only one. The only one left. As you may know, there were once hundreds of thousands of elephants. They roamed freely on the savannas of Africa, in the rain forests of Asia. But we drove them to extinction. Loss of habitat. Poaching. Illegal ivory trade. There are many reasons, none of them acceptable.”

Jack points to the animal in the enclosure. “Ollie is the very last elephant. We raised him in captivity, but elephants do not do well in captivity. All other members of his breed died off, leaving only him. When Ollie dies, there won’t be any elephants left,” Jack tells the children.

While his classmates move on to the bear enclosure, Ethan remains in place. Ollie stares at him with sorrowful eyes. All alone. The only one left of his species.

Ethan notices something on the elephant’s face, just below an enormous flappy ear. A whitish area, set against the gray. It looks like—yes, it’s a star! A five-pointed star, a birthmark on Ollie’s hide.

“Amazing!” he says aloud.

He takes one last look at the elephant and runs to join his classmates.


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Thirty years later

 

Ethan has been looking forward to this assignment for some time. This is the kind of project he’s good at. Every article he writes is a challenge, but he has no doubt the piece he’s working on will be just what his editor asked for.

He parks and hurries to the building’s entrance. A security guard checks his name against the morning’s expected arrivals. Ethan puts down his laptop case and walks through the metal detector.

“Mr. Matheson is expecting you,” the guard informs him.

“Welcome to Animals Revisited,” Matheson says, shaking Ethan’s hand. “You’re the science reporter, right? I’ve read some of your articles. Quite good.”

“I specialize in stories about scientific research.”

“You’ve certainly come to the right place for that.”

“I’m here to learn,” Ethan says. “Can I record our conversation?”

“Sure, everything I tell you is on the record. Animals Revisited is a research lab exploring ways to bring back extinct species. We sequence their genomes, edit DNA of a close living relative to match it. Then we endeavor to make an embryo with the revised genome and implant it in a surrogate mother.”

“And, you succeeded?”

“You’re aware of the repeated failures with mammoths. That’s because we never had viable tissue to work with. Not so with elephants, which went extinct barely three decades ago. We perfected the process and achieved the desired results. We successfully brought the elephant back to life!”

Matheson leads Ethan to the lab’s nursery and brings him to a small cage. An animal crib and inside, a newborn elephant.

Ethan snaps pictures and writes down his first impressions of the infant pachyderm. He walks around the cage, observing the gray calf from all sides. Not yet steady on its feet. Thin strands of black hair. Wide curious eyes. Just under one of the creature’s flappy ears, he spots a whitish area. A noticeable birthmark on its textured wrinkled skin. A shape with five points. A star.

“Amazing!” he says.

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Originally published on Written Tales.