The past few months have found most of us cut off from our modest sources of adventures and drama—trips to other cities, meetings with people from far away, airplanes. My reading response to the pandemic shutdown has been to look for escape to broad vistas and foreign locales, the more exotic the better. Why read about people shut in their houses? I want movement and exploration. Give me Lawrence of Arabia, Benjamin of Tudela, Neil Armstrong.
The Perfect Timing—and Perfect Vision—of Meir Shalev’s "My Wild Garden"
The Israeli garden, like Israel, is tamer than its immediate surroundings, but wilder in spirit than places that are actually tame.