With only a yellowing photograph in hand, a young man — also named Jonathan Safran Foer — sets out to find the woman who may or may not have saved his grandfather from the Nazis. Accompanied by an old man haunted by memories of the war; an amorous dog named Sammy Davis Junior Junior; and the... read more
Eponymous Jewish American author/protagonist travels to the Ukraine in search of the woman who saved his grandfather’s life during the Holocaust. The Journey is aided by a ‘premium’ local translator/narrator Alex, his blind grandfather and their ’seeing eye bitch,’ Sammy Davis Junior Junior.
“I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.”
“I was sired in 1977, I dig to disseminate very much currency at famous nightclubs in Odessa.”
“When we found each other, I was very flabbergasted by his appearance. This is an American? I thought. And also, This is a Jew? He was severely short. He wore spectacles and had diminutive hairs which were not split anywhere, but rested on his head like a Shapka. (If i were like Father, I might even have dubbed him Shapka.) He did not appear like either the Americans I had witnessed in magazines, with yellow hairs and muscles, or the Jews from history books, with no hair and prominent bones. He was wearing nor blue jeans nor the uniform. In truth, he did not look like anything special at all. I was underwhelmed to the maximum.”
“I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not a the feeling of completeness that i so needed, but the feeling of not being so empty”
“...this is a kiss. It is what happens when lips are puckered and pressed against something, sometimes other lips, sometimes a cheek, sometimes something else. It depends... This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you're left-handed, although you might be, but because i am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.”
“You are the only person who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.”
“We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered --our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure...”
“I see something new, some manner in which her hairs produce shadows, or her lips summarize angles.”
“One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be a family.”
“She massaged his dead hand and remembered the last time she had touched it. It was not death that had so attracted her to it, but the unknowability. The unattainability. He could never completely love her, not with all of himself. He could never be completely owned, and he could never own completely. Her desire had been sparked by the frustration of her desire.”
“I do not think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.”
This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?Highlighted by 76 Kindle customers
Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.Highlighted by 74 Kindle customers
One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be a family.'Highlighted by 73 Kindle customers
They reciprocated the great and saving lie—that our love for things is greater than our love for our love for things—willfully playing the parts they wrote for themselves, willfully creating and believing fictions necessary for life.Highlighted by 60 Kindle customers
Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time.Highlighted by 59 Kindle customers
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.Highlighted by 55 Kindle customers
He knew that I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else. He knew that it is, by love's definition, impossible to love two people.Highlighted by 54 Kindle customers
'I used to think that humor was the only way to appreciate how wonderful and terrible the world is, to celebrate how big life is. You know what I mean?' 'Yes, of course.' 'But now I think it's the opposite. Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world.'Highlighted by 50 Kindle customers
Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was.Highlighted by 43 Kindle customers
The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jews have four hundred for schmuck.'Highlighted by 42 Kindle customers
1. An Overture to the Commencement of a Very Rigid Journey
2. The Beginning of the World Often Comes
3. The Lottery, 1791
4. Letter to Jonathan, 10 July 1997
5. An Overture to Encountering the Hero, and Then Encountering the Hero
6. The Book of Recurrent Dreams, 1791
7. Falling in Love, 1791-1796
8. Another Lottery, 1791
9. Letter to Jonathan, 23 September 1997
10. Going Forth to Lutsk
11. Falling in Love, 1791-1803
12. Recurrent Secrets, 1791-1943
13. A Parade, a Death, a Proposition, 1804-1969
14. Letter to Jonathan, 28 October 1997
15. The Very Rigid Search
16. The Dial, 1941-1804-1941
17. Letter to Jonathan, 17 November 1997
18. Falling in Love
19. The Wedding Reception Was So Extraordinary! -or- It All Goes Downhill After the Wedding, 1941
20. The Dupe of Chance, 1941-1924
21. The Thickness of Blood and Drama, 1934
22. Letter to Jonathan, 12 December 1997
23. What We Saw When We Saw Trachimbrod, -or- Falling in Love
24. Falling in Love, 1934-1941
25. Letter to Jonathan, 24 December 1997
26. An Overture to Illumination
27. Falling in Love, 1934-1941
28. Letter to Jonathan, 26 January 1998
29. Illumination
30. The Wedding Reception Was So Extraordinary! -or- The End of the Moment That Never Ends, 1941
31. The First Blasts, and Then Love, 1941
32. The Persnicketiness of Memory, 1941
33. The Beginning of the World Often Comes, 1942-1791
34. Letter to Jonathan, 22 January 1998
Preceded by The Double, and followed by Unless.
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