THE KNIGHT AND I

THE KNIGHT AND I (Already available at Stanford University, Princeton University, and University of Toronto in the Hebrew version.)


PROLOGUE


How gentle and frail she seemed to me right now.


In a moment she’ll be turning towards the door. A few more seconds and I’ll be able to stop pretending. I’m barely holding on, forcing myself not to freak out. Any moment now I’ll be running after her to the narrow corridor with its walls painted in light and antiquated shades of brown, on the way to the archaic elevator with the latticed sliding door– which reminded me of old movies from the fifties with winding staircases in the background — running and smashing the door of the elevator into a thousand pieces.


A final glance at the open window. The white curtain, reaching almost to the ground, cavorted to the sounds of the breeze blowing in from the Gulf of Mexico and twitched like the midriff of a belly-dancer, with packed suitcases at its foot. One more final hug, clutching each other tight. When our foreheads touched I felt my hands starting to shake at the thought that maybe this would be the last time I would hold her.


We stared into each other’s eyes, unable to stop. Out of the corner of my eye I could clearly see her mouth opening slightly, as if she were trying to say something. Any moment now she’ll say, “I want you to stay here with me. Please, don’t go!” But she didn’t say a thing.


“I don’t want to hurt you, for God’s sake say something!” was my silent plea. But she just kept on breathing heavily. Again and again I tried to say everything that I was holding back so firmly inside. But something wouldn’t let me release the words. As if my will-power and my ability had split into two separate and completely independent entities. And perhaps it was the load of pessimism and fear of disappointment that was weighing me down, burying any ability to express emotion.


“What? What is it, baby?” she asked and her voice thickened as if she were about to burst into tears. I looked at the floor and took a deep breath. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, that I would do anything to stay here with her, if only I could! But more than anything, I was trying to avoid crying, myself.


“I don’t want to leave you,” I whispered finally, in Hebrew so she wouldn’t understand, still looking down, my hands hurting her arms, beyond my control.


“What are you saying?” she asked in a broken voice, her eyes darting from side to side and trying to focus on my pupils. “Please, tell me!” A tear fell, both from her eye and from mine.


I looked at her again and turned my head away. I took a deep breath, sniffled softly and clenched my lips together tighter.


“I love you my baby,” she killed my heart, “I love you.”

 

REVIEWS:


“THE AUTHOR’S VERY RICH LANGUAGE, JUST A DAZZLING LINGUISTIC CELEBRATION. THE PLOT STRUCTURE IS ORIGINAL AND SURPRISING.

I EVEN MANAGED TO FALL IN LOVE WITH THE IMAGE OF THE MAIN CHARACTER AND HURT HIS PAIN TO TEARS … THIS IS INDEED A UNIQUE BOOK AND ESSENTIALLY DIFFERENT FROM EVERYTHING I KNEW BEFORE IT.

I RECOMMEND TO SINK AND BE DROWN DEEP IN ITS PAGES INTO A STORY FULL OF EMOTIONAL AND INSTINCTIVE STRENGTHS!”

(READING GROUP FOR BOOK PEOPLE)

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“AN EXCELLENT, FLOWING AND SURPRISING BOOK”

(ACTOR TAL FRIEDMAN)

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“FROM THE FIRST MOMENT, THE BLUNT LANGUAGE IS A WONDERFUL MASK AND A LITERARY TOOL THAT SERVES THE PLOT PERFECTLY. I WOULD NOT BE ASHAMED TO SAY GENIUS.

(AUTHOR OSNAT SABAN)

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“CHEEKY, KICKING, AND BRINGING WITH IT A NEW SPIRIT.

THE ABILITY OF THE WRITER TO CAST HIS HERO IN DIFFERENT DIMENSIONS OF TIME, IN EXTREME DEGREES OF RECOGNITION AND UNDERSTANDING, WITHIN A SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS THAT HAS MORE COLORS THAN THE FLAG OF PRIDE, ATTESTS TO ONE THING:

SOMETHING UNUSUAL TAKES PLACE BETWEEN THESE PAGES. “

(“BOOKMARK” – WEBSITE RECOMMENDATIONS BOOKS ONLINE)

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“A DIFFERENT,  OTHER, CYNICAL, INSOLENT, DARING, SHAKING THE HEAD AND KICKING THE FACE BOOK.

THE WRITING IS PSYCHOTIC BORDERLINE BRILLIANCE. “

(SARA RACHMIEL – BOOK REVIEWS)

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“A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW AND WRITING, SO REAL AND SO TRUE, SO MANY PASSAGES IN THE BOOK I COULDN’T SAY GOOD-BYE TO!

WRITING THAT HAS EVERYTHING, THE BOOK MADE ME LAUGH, CRY, GET ANGRY AND THINK ENDLESSLY ABOUT LIFE…

AVIV GEVA … YOU NAILED IT, THE BOOK WON’T LEAVE MY HEART ANY TIME SOON. “

(ELEANOR LUGASI – BOOK REVIEWS)

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“AVIV GIVES US A REAL UNDERSTANDING OF HOW A MAN’S BRAIN WORKS.

I RECOMMEND IT FOR ALL WOMEN, JUST TO UNDERSTAND A BIT ABOUT THEM AND SMILE A LOT MORE TO OURSELVES. “

(ODELIA TZADOK – BOOK REVIEWS)

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“THE LANGUAGE IS WITTY, THE PACE IS FAST, AND YOU FEEL AS THOUGH YOU YOURSELF HAVE TAKEN SOMETHING WHILE READING AND ENJOYING”

(RECOMMENDATIONS ON “SALOONA” SITE)

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“I THOUGHT – MISTAKENLY – THAT THIS WAS A BOOK THAT EASILY ENTERED THE GENRE OF FLIGHT BOOKS, BUT WHEN I READ – OR RATHER, SUCKED INTO IT – I SLOWLY REALIZED THAT IT WAS NOT SO – BUT THE EXACT OPPOSITE.

I DO NOT KNOW IF GEVA, THE AUTHOR OF THIS IMPORTANT WORK, IS AWARE OF HIS UNIQUE TALENT, AS A WRITER, OR IN THIS CASE, TO BE PRECISE, AS A “STORY TELLER” – AND TO THE MANY TIERS THAT HIS WRITING CONTAINS.

“THE KNIGHT AND I” CONTAINS PHILOSOPHICAL AND EXISTENTIAL ELEMENTS THAT ASK THE READER QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS CONDITION, SURROUNDINGS, EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS.

IT IS A BOOK THAT RAISED QUESTIONS ABOUT SOLIPSISM AND TOUCHED ME AT EXTRAORDINARY DEPTHS. THIS IS A VERY STIMULATING BOOK – FEELINGS, EMOTIONS, THOUGHTS – AND THUS ITS GREATNESS AND UNIQUENESS.”

(CHAI-TARBUT – BOOK REVIEWS)

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“A WONDERFUL AND THRILLING WRITING BY THE WRITER AVIV GEVA, WHO DID NOT CEASE THROUGHOUT THE BOOK TO USE PENETRATING WORDS. I READ THE BOOK AVIDLY, STRONGLY RECOMMENDED .. “

(REVITAL’S WORLD)

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“THE BOOK IS WRITTEN IN A WITTY MANNER, THE WRITER CERTAINLY GETTING SMART WITH THE READER AND ALLOWS HIM TO UNDERSTAND THINGS ACCORDING TO HIS IMAGINATION”

(READING TIME – GALIT RELATES)

 

 

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