The Seven Good Years

Riverhead Books  2015


“Our life is one thing, and you always reinvent it to be something else more interesting,” Etgar Keret’s wife tells him in his memoir The Seven Good Years. “That’s what writers do, right?”

Keret does have a prodigious talent for reinventing life on the page—or perhaps not so much reinventing life as honing in on its most interesting moments, cutting and splicing them into compulsively readable tales. Internationally known for his short fiction, graphic novels, and screenplays, the Israeli author makes his first foray into nonfiction with The Seven Good Years, a series of interlinked vignettes that span the years between the birth of his son and the death of his father.

Keret’s voice, translated seamlessly from the original Hebrew, is conversational, unpretentious, and often hilarious. It is easy to get so caught up in his anecdotes that their incisive depth sneaks up on you and takes you by surprise: exploring the terrorist mentality through Keret’s family’s obsession with Angry Birds; illustrating his experience of being Jewish in Bali with a tale about a hotel worker finding a five-foot lizard in a bathtub.

In the biblical story of Joseph and the Pharaoh, the seven years of plenty are followed by seven years of famine. In Keret’s memoir, personal and political difficulties are imminent, even in joyful times. The birth of Keret’s son Lev occurs on the same night as a terrorist attack; at the playground, parents discuss whether or not their three-year-old children will eventually join the military; on book tours, Keret encounters echoes of the anti-Semitism that haunted his parents in Poland; Keret’s father, a big-hearted, high-spirited Holocaust survivor, is diagnosed with terminal cancer.

Keret would be the first to cast himself as an imperfect clairvoyant. Like the Pharaoh, he is prone to anxiety-fueled dreams, but the interpretations he receives are far less accurate. A reccurring nightmare—in which he is selling hot dogs to a menacing mob—leads him to invest his money in a foreign bank for safekeeping, where it eventually turns to dust. When he and his wife become convinced that a nuclear bomb will be dropped on Israel, they forego housework and take out a huge loan before it becomes clear that they’ll have to settle for peace after all. Underneath the humor lies a grim reality: in Keret’s Israel, unlike the Pharaoh’s Egypt, even the best of planning cannot ward off tragedy.

Remembering his father’s bedtime stories about postwar Italy, Keret realizes that they were meant to teach him “about the desire not to beautify reality but to persist in searching for an angle that would put ugliness in a better light and create affection and empathy for every wart and wrinkle on its scarred face.” Keret categorizes the seven years in his memoir as “good” even though they’re rife with mini-disasters. Like his father, he doesn’t gloss over the bad. Instead he approaches his woes with Keret’s particular blend of compassion and humor that makes them more understandable, more human. Keret’s wife is right—storytelling does, indeed, have the power to reinvent life.

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