Tel Aviv Diary: Karen Alkalay-Gut

It’s not the computer, it’s me. I’m sick. Nothing serious, nothing contagious, but enough to make me want to stay in bed. I went to a reception this evening but I raced back to my quilt. Just in time to watch a little program on Amos Oz, and to revel in his magic, his absolute intellectual beauty. His overt criticism of Israel’s policies has diminished in the past years, but not because his beliefs have changed. He is simply unwilling to be associated with ‘the other side’. Why do you love your country, he’s asked. Because it is flesh of my flesh.