07 July 2011
Opening the Shades
Anyway, there was one story that Appelfeld told near the end of his talk that I wanted to share--it seems particularly poignant, given that my own meager ideas are conveyed through the glowing translucence of a screen.
Someone in the audience asked him about his writing process (authors always get those questions) and his answer was beautiful.
"Let me tell you a story," he said. "My grandfather, whom I often watched pray in the morning, once told me that before he can pray, he opens the shades to the house. This way, there is no separation between himself and the Creator. Therefore," Appelfeld continued, "when I write, I do so with a pen and paper. Art is a totally organic process. And paper along with pencil or pen are as close as I can come to a totally natural process that has no "shades" drawn between me and my creation--like a computer screen." No separation indeed.
He then held his hands in the air. Hands which have written his books that I've read. Hands I'd never seen gesture before until tonight; hands that led a boy of eight to flee when the Nazis arrived; brought him to Israel; became the tools of a trade that would lower the shades to his past, looking through his grandfather's eyes, out an imagined window in the Carpathian mountains, conjuring stories of meaning and memory to those of who were not there.
His eyes sparkled; his hands gestured; his trunk was sturdy and strong. The wind of fate--the Hebrew language--blowing through his branches.