I’d wanted to read this book since hearing an interview with the translator, Jessica Cohen. The book, written in Hebrew, won the International Man Booker Prize 2017. The prize is split equally between the author and the translator, recognising the skill and contribution of both.
The story is set over one evening in a comedy club in the Israeli city of Netanya. The comedian is Dovaleh G, an ageing performer who seems to have retained his ‘edgy’ image. His painfully thin appearance makes us suspect that he is suffering from an illness.
The narrator is a very old acquaintance of Dovaleh G, a former friend whom he has not seen for decades. Dovaleh tracks him down and pleads with him to watch this particular performance. The acquaintance, a retired Judge, agrees to go but regrets it almost immediately. He tries to leave but Dovaleh embarrasses him into staying. The Judge then shoves “handfuls of nuts into my mouth and grind them like they were his bones.” A vivid line.
Dovaleh builds up some rapport with the audience. He is endearing, insulting, frustrating, violent and unpredictable. Jokes are followed by random monologues and self-harm.
Dovaleh picks on a small lady who does not appear to be enjoying the show. It turns out that she knew him when he was young and says that he used to be a ‘good boy’. This is the catalyst for the disintegration of Dovaleh and the show. Outraged audience members leave, but some remain as they cannot resist “the temptation to look into another man’s hell.”
The comedy routine turns into a monologue on a painful incident in Dovaleh’s early life when he was faced with terrible circumstances, life-changing uncertainty, cowardice and indifference.
The writing in the translation is compelling. When Dov is remembering a particular member he is described as having “Sleepwalking terror on his face: he’s there. All of him is there.” It’s a line that took me to the heard of the story, I could picture him and felt like an audience member, needing to watch but feeling guilty for doing so when a man is falling apart.
This is an unusual story of a childhood tragedy, decades old guilt and confession told in a setting where you’d least expect it.