How Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Joshua Cohen mines the Israeli-American relationship for comedy and tragedy

(JTA) — For numerous more youthful Jews, becoming vital of Israel is alone a sort of attachment. They may possibly not look at on their own answerable to the Jewish point out, but they certainly sense answerable for it in the eyes of the world. The very same is genuine of some Jewish writers, together with Michael Chabon and his spouse, Israel-born novelist Ayelet Waldman, who with each other edited the 2017 anthology “Kingdom of Olives and Ash: Writers Confront the Occupation.”

But the American author who has found Israel most fruitful as a subject matter is Joshua Cohen, whose critique of Zionism is extra sophisticated and ironic. Born in 1980 and elevated in an Orthodox household in New Jersey, Cohen emerged in the 2010s as the writer of “Witz” and “Book of Numbers,” big, environment swallowing novels in the custom of Thomas Pynchon and David Foster Wallace. Jewishness is central to all those publications — “Witz” is a postmodern epic about the sole survivor of a mysterious plague that kills all the world’s Jews on a single evening, like Passover in reverse. But it was not until finally later on that Cohen turned his target to Israel in two books that are more approachable and sensible — at least up to a position: “Moving Kings” (2017) and “The Netanyahus” (2021), named this 7 days as the winner of the 2022 Pulitzer Prize for fiction.

Most American writers mirror their very own practical experience by sending American people to be analyzed or redeemed in Israel, but in these novels, Cohen delivers Israeli characters to the United States. It’s a canny decision that correctly reverses the load of evidence: Now it is Israeli Jews who have to exhibit whether they can stay up to American circumstances and beliefs.

That reversal is signaled in the title of the protagonist of “Moving Kings.” As an alternative of King David, Cohen implies, The usa creates guys like David King, who regulations over almost nothing but a shady shifting and storage small business. He is a harsh reflection of the social posture of American Jewry: King procedures large-handedly about his staff, who are lousy immigrants of coloration, but is cowed by the WASPs he encounters at a Republican fundraiser.

“It was distressing — to others, but not to himself, who did not discover — how he’d adjust,” Cohen writes. “How he’d allow himself be lectured, talked down to. How he’d develop into, in particular conditions, not servile exactly, but docile, tamed. A Jew.”

Indeed, David is deliberately conceived as an unpleasant Jewish stereotype: “This was how David created cash, the similar way he drove: by chiselling,” Cohen writes. This is the variety of galut, or Diaspora, Jewishness that Zionism is meant to have abolished, and David finds psychic compensation in being aware of that he has relations in Israel, in which Jews are tricky and very pleased. “What’d bolstered him was Israel: the ideal of it, the abstraction,” Cohen writes. When David agrees to give a occupation to his Israeli nephew Yoav, just out of the military, he tells him: “Unlike me, Yo, you’re a real Jew. This is who you are naturally, developed up from the land.”

The phase looks to be established for a confrontation of Jewish archetypes, these as the one particular in between Jacob and Tamir in Jonathan Safran Foer’s novel “Here I Am.” But Cohen is a much more subtle author than that, and it shortly will become crystal clear that Yoav has not been toughened by his practical experience in the army — he’s been shattered by it. Depressed and fearful, he hardly leaves his apartment except to perform, and when his relocating truck receives into an incident he flashes back again to the West Financial institution: “Yoav saved checking the mirrors. He did not know exactly where the shooting was coming from. They were being pinned.”

The parallel will become more than imaginary when Yoav’s crew is tasked with evicting Lincoln Avery, a black Vietnam veteran, from his home, just as he once assisted dispossess Palestinians from their land. Some critics noticed this parallel as tendentious and overly literal, but it is critical to the pessimistic eyesight of “Moving Kings.” Neither American Jews nor Israeli Jews can be the other’s ethical instance, Cohen indicates, given that both of those are ensnared in related programs of exploitation. By the conclude of the novel, when Yoav is caught up in a scene of violence deadlier than just about anything he encountered back property, it is obvious that he is nearly as considerably a target of that process as Avery.

At the very same time, Cohen is impatient with the leftist moralism that only notices violence when Israelis commit it. “We’ve usually just been forced to grow to be who we are and however anyone has an impression about it, managing us like we chose this,” Yoav complains.

When David tells Yoav he’s “a authentic Jew,” he suggests it admiringly, as a tribute to Israeli authenticity. But Yoav places a diverse spin on the plan when he says, “Everywhere we’re the Jews of Jews” — that is, the outcasts of the outcasts, the kinds whom proper-wondering men and women locate it virtuous to dislike.

Cohen writes about Israel in a really distinct spirit, as what the thinker Michael Walzer phone calls a “connected critic” — a single who excoriates his neighborhood not in order to distance himself from it, but because he is deeply involved in it, like the Hebrew prophets.

When “Moving Kings” was published, Cohen talked to just one interviewer about building aliyah, the Hebrew term for immigrating to Israel: “I assume about it all the time. All the times of my daily life, and all the nights way too, besides the two weeks for every yr I commit in Israel.”

“Moving Kings” features a tragic perspective of the Israeli-American relationship. When Cohen returned to the matter four yrs later, the consequence was the wild comedy of “The Netanyahus: An Account of a Minor and Even Negligible Episode in the Heritage of a Very Famous Relatives.”

The tongue-in-cheek subtitle sets the tone for the story, which focuses not on the most famous member of that loved ones — Benjamin Netanyahu, the longest-serving key minister of Israel — but on his father, the historian Ben-Zion Netanyahu.

The book is encouraged by a story Cohen heard from the legendary American scholar Harold Bloom, who once hosted the elder Netanyahu and his family on a go to to Cornell College for a occupation job interview. From this kernel, Cohen designed the slapstick plot of his novel, in which historian Ruben Blum plays host to the Netanyahus at a fictional college in upstate New York. The yr is 1959 and Blum is the to start with and only Jew in his office, so the chairman normally appears to be to him to host Ben-Zion Netanyahu, an Israeli historian of medieval Jewish Spain.

Blum is not way too delighted about the request, considering the fact that it demonstrates that the WASPs about him are acutely informed of the Jewishness he himself attempts to neglect. “I discovered no power in my origins and took each individual opportunity to ignore them, when I couldn’t deny them,” he admits. Blum compares himself to a Woody Allen character, the “dread-fueled embodiment of the underneath-coordinated, in excess of-intellectualizing, self-deprecating male Jewish stereotype.” The arrival of the Netanyahus therefore usually means a clash of Jewish archetypes, American vs. Israeli — and not just any Israeli. Ben-Zion Netanyahu comes with his teenage sons Jonathan and Benjamin, who will grow up to turn out to be the hero of Entebbe and the Likud politician, respectively.

As a scholar, the serious Ben-Zion Netanyahu was intensely Zionist. His get the job done on the Spanish Inquisition led him to conclude that the Jews need to have a nation of their have if they are not to be at the mercy of hostile hosts. The implications for American Jews are very clear. Attending Ben-Zion’s lecture, Blum imagines that its subtext is directed at him personally:

What was correct for Europe at the emergence of Zionism will 1 day be genuine for America too, the moment assimilation is discovered as a fraud … This is what I think of The us — practically nothing. This is what I imagine of American Jews — almost nothing. Your democracy, your inclusivity, your exceptionalism — absolutely nothing. Your chances for survival — none at all.

But Blum refuses to be cowed by this pessimism, as does Joshua Cohen. Netanyahu’s Zionist vision of Jewish historical past is shut, Cohen writes, looking at it as absolutely nothing but the everlasting repetition of the similar scenario: persecution, expulsion, massacre. It is the concept Blum remembers remaining taught at Hebrew university, that “carnage was the Jewish destiny.”

But his own expertise as an American Jew defies this prophecy. “I wasn’t what I was doomed to be no one particular was going to murder me in this nation. No a single was likely to drag me and my spouse and children off to a camp or shove us together into an oven,” he insists. American record is open, permitting men and women — even Jews — to rewrite their fates.

The clash of tips Cohen sets up is entirely critical, but the Netanyahus them selves are farcically odious. They resemble each detrimental Israeli stereotype as surely as Blum resembles a Woody Allen character. “They’re so horrible, so pushy,” Ruben’s wife, Edith, states, and even though he is aware this is an antisemitic cliché, he cannot deny it. Ben-Zion is brusque and arrogant, insulting the professors who invited him although anticipating royal procedure. The boys are filthy and impolite, managing their hosts’ belongings without the need of inquiring, “wandering the den like they had been casing it for a theft.” Ruben starts off to consider of them as “the Yahus,” turning the divine Hebrew suffix into the slang insult from Jonathan Swift.

And they only get worse and worse — until eventually the denouement, when a naked Jonathan is discovered in flagrante delicto with Ruben’s teenage daughter, resulting in him and Benjamin to operate away into the freezing American evening. With Ruben’s vision of the tumescent Jonathan, Cohen caricatures any thoughts his visitors could harbor about Israeli masculinity and American passivity. Like “Moving Kings,” “The Netanyahus” concludes that neither type of Jewishness is better than the other each are absurd, crying out for the sort of satire that can only appear from personal awareness.

This essay was excerpted from “After the Golden Age: American Jewish Composing in the 20-1st Century,” the lead essay in the upcoming situation of The Jewish Quarterly. Used with permission.

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