Amos Oz and me, me and Amos Oz

Being-depressed maxxing

I read this book.

It’s not really a book actually. It’s a collection of articles. I found it in my Mum’s house and it took a couple of hours. If you have a couple of hours and find it in your Mum’s house, I’d recommend it, but you probably won’t learn a lot. The main thing I learned is that I learned nothing at all because nothing is different. I’m wondering, in fact, whether I may just be a leftist after all. I started saying I was a leftist a year or so ago when an Israeli was talking to me about his political opinions and I needed a quick way to make him walk away in disgust. Then I adopted it as an artful pose: ‘oh so the left are the real racists eh?’😎. But, actually, maybe I am just a leftist after all, because I don’t just agree with Amos Oz about most things he wrote, I could have written them (if Amos Oz was untalented and addicted to internet humour and childish insults). I’ve tried to explain what is so uniquely revolting about the Israeli Right’s mixture of limitless victimhood bitching and desire for infinite violence, which they do not merely combine, but turn into a reinforcing cycle. But why do I bother when he said it already?

I’ve spent some time thinking about the use of the words Jew and Jewish in sentences like this, the tone they carry somehow even in print. I’m still not quite sure how to explain precisely what’s off about it.

Or what about how the special kind of unmerited pride rightoids exhibit when they promise security and Jewish power, and then just provide fantasy slop that blows up into self-destruction on contact with reality?

Or how the Right is wholly parasitic on the achievements of the secular Ashkenazim upon whom they throw endless maledictions and hate:

Or the NonZionism take on Palestinian nationalism:

Or that pervasive feeling of doom, the feeling that the one thing Jews did that we can be kind of proud of is becoming, by means of the urges it itself unleashed, a monster, that nagging mental murmur which I have tried to articulate in various ways:

So maybe I should just post Amos Oz quotations from now on? It would be more dignified. But the goycattle won’t pay for that, so, instead, I will write a bit about how I'm not like Amos Oz, or on why, if we agree on all these things, he was a Zionist and I am a NonZionist.¹