Podcasts about Keret

#kisles S06E37 Már csak párat kell aludni0:55 Bevezető3:32 Veletek Bárhová turné. A Keret és a Szlovének elleni meccs. Jó ez, avagy időben jött pofon?26:19 #KislesKérdés. Négyen is pesszimisták voltak, ebből ketten telibe találták a 2-4es végeredményt.26:50  DIV1/A VB. A házigazda minden mérkőzését elveszítve esett ki. 33:50 Színes hírek. Felkészülési meccsek, ahonnan megtudtuk Szarvi mire számít...; U18 TOP VB. Kanada kiütötte a döntőben a Svédeket.  Haldoklik a svájci hoki? Jövőre ott lesznek ahol mi...37:38 Mi lesz a héten? Nagyágyúkkal jön Kanada... és persze kezdődik a VB. Kirakatjuk a piros szőnyeget is...45:35 #KislesKérdés és zárszó. Minden magyar vonatkozású mérkőzésre kint lesz a link csütörtökön (9-én) Szarvi pedig levezeti, hogy milyen eredményekkel maradunk bent. Jó szórakozást!

durée : 02:32:46 - Les Matins - par : Guillaume Erner, Isabelle de Gaulmyn - . - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Clément Therme Chargé d'enseignement à l'Université Paul Valéry de Montpellier et à Sciences Po Paris, spécialiste du monde iranien; Etgar Keret Ecrivain, scénariste et réalisateur; Ludmila Oulitskaïa Écrivaine russe; Benjamin Morel Constitutionnaliste français, docteur en sciences politiques et maître de conférences

ab 1:00 Min. - Florentine Anders: Die Allee | Gelesen von Jördis Triebel | 10 Std. 30 Min. | DAV || ab 10:37 Min. - Nicolas Mathieu: Jede Sekunde | Übersetzt aus dem Französischen von Lena Müller , André Hansen | Gelesen von Rainer Strecker | 2 Std. 27 Min.| Der Diwan || ab 17:28 Min. - Etgar Keret: Starke Meinung zu brennenden Themen - Erzählungen | Gelesen von Peter Jordan, Torben Kessler, Jens Harzer | 10 Folgen von ca. 30 Min. | Produktion von hr2, mdr und ndr | ARD-Audiothek || ab 25:52 Min. - Emma Carroll: Das Mädchen mit den Schwefelhölzern schlägt zurück | Gelesen von Katja Danowski | Übersetzt von Marion Hertle | 1 Std. 58 Min. | Ab 8 Jahren | Lübbe / Hörcompany

A man took living in a plane to a whole new level! Instead of settling down in a cozy house, he decided to turn a Boeing 727 into his ultimate pad. I mean, talk about thinking outside the box! He transformed the inside into a seriously swanky living space, complete with bedrooms, a kitchen, and even a lounge area. It's like something out of a movie, except this guy's actually living the dream. Credits Credit: Coober Pedy: By qwesy qwesy, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=58913610 CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0: By Forgemind ArchiMedia: Sou Fujimoto - House NA 01: https://flic.kr/p/bSC6gX Sou Fujimoto - House NA 02: https://flic.kr/p/bDHne9 Sou Fujimoto - House NA 03: https://flic.kr/p/bDHnmE Sou Fujimoto - House NA 04: https://flic.kr/p/bSC6EK Sou Fujimoto - House NA 07: https://flic.kr/p/bSC71k Sou Fujimoto - House NA 11: https://flic.kr/p/bSC7px Sou Fujimoto - House NA - model 01: https://flic.kr/p/bDHoCL The Mirrorcube: By steffen l - https://flic.kr/p/2cE2nRD, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=94182331 CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/: Coober Pedy Opal Doublet: By Dpulitzer, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26444182 Keret House: By Adrian Grycuk, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=77783578 Keret's house eastward 2: By Panek, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22339165 Keret's house eastward 1: By Panek, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22339160 Keret House in Warsaw 2017h: By Adrian Grycuk, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=77783577 Keret House in Warsaw 2017j: By Adrian Grycuk, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=77783579 Ransom Canyon Steel House: By Leaflet, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8453969 CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0: Treehotel: By Åke E-son Lindman - http://lindmanphotography.com/, https://www.thamvidegard.se/, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=77915124 Market Cross House: By DeFacto, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=43177591 Market Cross House, Windsor: By Peter Trimming - https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/5226268, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=135655819 Animation is created by Bright Side. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Music by Epidemic Sound https://www.epidemicsound.com Check our Bright Side podcast on Spotify and leave a positive review! https://open.spotify.com/show/0hUkPxD34jRLrMrJux4VxV Subscribe to Bright Side: https://goo.gl/rQTJZz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Social Media: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brightside Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brightside.official TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@brightside.official?lang=en Stock materials (photos, footages and other): https://www.depositphotos.com https://www.shutterstock.com https://www.eastnews.ru ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For more videos and articles visit: http://www.brightside.me Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

3 - Társadalombiztosítás keretében végeztek zsírleszívást Ruszin-Szendi Romuluszon by Balázsék

Lelassulás és feltöltődés a SlowXmas keretében

Az előfizetők (de csak a Belső kör és Közösség csomagok tulajdonosai!) már szombat hajnalban hozzájutnak legfrissebb epizódunk teljes verziójához. A kedden publikált, ingyen meghallgatható verzió tíz perccel rövidebb. 00:40 Az új időszámítás Magyar Péter péniszétől. Elnézéskérés Gulyás Mártontól. Boncz Géza szerepében Uj Péter. Bepólyálnám, hóbortos pap megkeresztelné! Magyar Péternek már csak öt hónapja van. 05:47 A 444 is megírta, hogy Bede Mártonnak milyen igaza volt. A szerelemprojekt és az első gyermek vége Turán. 10:02 Az edelényi kastély nem-bezárása. Oláh Ibolya tiszadobi gyermekkora. A kétpói és a lovasberényi kastély A Ferenc téri foghíjtelek. 15:26 Mit mondjon Orbán Viktor október 23-án? A folyamatos hold my beer. 18:18 Huszár Pufi visszatér. A verőcei kastély. A magyar Oliver Hardy. Huszár Pufi tragikusan különös halála. Pufi cipőt vásárol. 26:00 Szuverenitási sztálinizmus. Kinek a bankja az MBH? Különösen szép részletek a Népszabadság bezárása körül. A Wikipedia médiatörténelem-hamisítása.  30:31 Fogas Kárpáti. Ételek, amiket nem szabad étteremben enni Magyarországon. A karcagi birkacsárda koncepciója.34:19 Újabb atrocitások a budaörsi uszodában. A túl kemény víz. Ruandai rádió az őszi szaunázók ellen. 41:15 Hororr-birsalmaaárak. Tudod mennyi egy pink lady????? 43:17 Fontos halálesetek adás közbe. Yahya Sinwar végül tényleg meghalt. A Tisza Dombóváron és a forró február. 45:49 Dr. Schvab a Netflixen. Talán mégis lehet húst enni. A raw vegan diéta nehézségei. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sánta Dániel a Jazzpiknik fesztiváligazgató-helyettese. Beszélgetésünkben szó esett a fesztivál felvezető rendezvényéről, a „Színes Falak Mögött” egyetemi roadshow-ról. Ez a program Budapestet is érintette, hiszen több egyetemet jártak körbe. Az előadások során a hallgatók betekintést kaptak abba, hogyan áll össze évről évre egy nemzetközi fesztivál, és a zenei edukáció részeként új zenei irányzatokkal, előadókkal ismerkedhettek meg. A program játékos formában mutatta be a jazzt és társműfajait a huszonéveseknek, hangsúlyozva a hazai, minőségi fesztiválozás sokszínűségét.A Sláger FM-en minden este 22 órakor a kultúráé a főszerep S. Miller András az egyik oldalon, a másikon pedig a térség kiemelkedő színházi kulturális, zenei szcena résztvevői Egy óra Budapest és Pest megye aktuális kult történeteivel. Sláger KULT – A természetes emberi hangok műsora.

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00:00:00 - Bevezetés 00:00:50 - Rendszeresség a tartalomgyártásban 00:03:28 - Keret a mindennapokban 00:10:30 - TheVR app új verzója 00:13:24 - MAX - Extrém fukarság 00:20:35 - Spórolás és akciók 00:36:14 - Online vásárlás veszélyei 00:42:39 - Ki néz még TV-t? 00:45:38 - Házhozszállítás bukkanói 00:52:32 - Mindenki szeret(ne) jól járni 00:56:23 - Befejezés

Az Eb – szerintünk – eddigi legjobb meccsén a törökök legyőzték a szimpatikusan játszó Georgiát, a portugálok pedig két rekorderrel a pályán, a hajrában nyerték meg a csehek elleni meccsüket. Az Eb első csoportkörének utolsó napján Marosi Gergely, a Sport24 szerzője volt a vendégünk.

Az Eb – szerintünk – eddigi legjobb meccsén a törökök legyőzték a szimpatikusan játszó Georgiát, a portugálok pedig két rekorderrel a pályán, a hajrában nyerték meg a csehek elleni meccsüket. Az Eb első csoportkörének utolsó napján Marosi Gergely, a Sport24 szerzője volt a vendégünk.

Pár hete jelent meg Hegedűs Józsi második szólóalbuma Penészvirágok címmel. A szabadkígyósi születésű, Szegeden diplomázott és Budapesten élő dalszerzű-énekes, tanító már tavalyi első, folba mártott alternatív poplemezével is feltűnést keltett azok között, akik esetleg nem követték a KERET tehetségkutatót, amely után Józsi a Carson Comával mutatta meg magát az ország tinirajongói előtt. A kezdetekről, a tankcsapdás apukáról, az első kanapékoncertről, roma-magyar identitásról, Cseh Tamásról, Bereményi Gézáról, Szabó Balázsról, punk- és popzenekarokról, kiadóváltásról, tanításról, Vastiról, partnerségről, kontrollról, a Vadvirág zenekarról mind szó esik és remélhetőleg sikeresen belesűrűsödik ebbe az egy órába.. Fotó: Komróczki Dia A Wanted podcast adása az NKA Hangfoglaló program támogatásával készült.

A man took living in a plane to a whole new level! Instead of settling down in a cozy house, he decided to turn a Boeing 727 into his ultimate pad. I mean, talk about thinking outside the box! He transformed the inside into a seriously swanky living space, complete with bedrooms, a kitchen, and even a lounge area. It's like something out of a movie, except this guy's actually living the dream. Credit: Coober Pedy: By qwesy qwesy, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/..., https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... By Forgemind ArchiMedia: Sou Fujimoto - House NA 01: https://flic.kr/p/bSC6gX Sou Fujimoto - House NA 02: https://flic.kr/p/bDHne9 Sou Fujimoto - House NA 03: https://flic.kr/p/bDHnmE Sou Fujimoto - House NA 04: https://flic.kr/p/bSC6EK Sou Fujimoto - House NA 07: https://flic.kr/p/bSC71k Sou Fujimoto - House NA 11: https://flic.kr/p/bSC7px Sou Fujimoto - House NA - model 01: https://flic.kr/p/bDHoCL The Mirrorcube: By steffen l - https://flic.kr/p/2cE2nRD, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Coober Pedy Opal Doublet: By Dpulitzer, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Keret House: By Adrian Grycuk, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Keret's house eastward 2: By Panek, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Keret's house eastward 1: By Panek, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Keret House in Warsaw 2017h: By Adrian Grycuk, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Keret House in Warsaw 2017j: By Adrian Grycuk, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Ransom Canyon Steel House: By Leaflet, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Treehotel: By Åke E-son Lindman - http://lindmanphotography.com/, https://www.thamvidegard.se/, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Market Cross House: By DeFacto, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Market Cross House, Windsor: By Peter Trimming - https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/522..., CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/..., https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index... Animation is created by Bright Side. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Music by Epidemic Sound https://www.epidemicsound.com Check our Bright Side podcast on Spotify and leave a positive review! https://open.spotify.com/show/0hUkPxD... Subscribe to Bright Side: https://goo.gl/rQTJZz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Social Media: Facebook:   / brightside   Instagram:   / brightside.official   TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@brightside.of... Stock materials (photos, footages and other): https://www.depositphotos.com https://www.shutterstock.com https://www.eastnews.ru ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For more videos and articles visit: http://www.brightside.me Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

En este episodio hablamos extensamente sobre la conquista de Canaán, relatada principalmente en el libro de Josué, aunque iniciada un poco más antes tanto en Números como en Deuteronomio. Hacemos un resumen del libro de Josué, y luego nos preguntamos cuanto de cierto hay en todos estos relatos, y los comparamos con la evidencia arqueológica. En realidad escogemos las excavaciones realizadas en las ruinas de las ciudades Arad, Jesbon y Dibon en Negeb; y Jericó, Ai, Lakish y Jasor en Cisjordania, por ser estas las que en el relato sufrieron una destrucción total que debería dejar evidencia arqueológica. Luego nos fijamos en dos cosas: ¿Había una ciudad que iba a ser destruida? ¿Hay señales de tal destrucción?, eso lo hacemos para ambas posibles fechas que dan los creyentes, el siglo XV y finales del siglo XIII antes de la era común. Los resultados son claros. Libro de Josué es casi todo ficticio y de poco o ningún valor para el historiador. Miramos entonces el contenido mitológico, los paralelos entre la destrucción de Jericó y el relato de Tamar en el Génesis, con el sitio a Troya, y el mito de Antenor y Teano en el saqueo a Troya. Los paralelos del mito de la detención del Sol con algunos pasajes de la Ilíada, una comparación extensa entre Josué y Odiseo, sobre todo en el canto XIII de la Odisea. Y desde luego la comparación necesaria entre Josué y Keret. Keret es uno de los relatos encontrados en Ugarit (actual Ras Shamra). Blog: https://mitosbiblicos.webnode.page/blog/ Mensajes audio: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mitosbiblicos/message Telegram: https://t.me/mitosbiblicos X: https://twitter.com/mitosbiblicos

durée : 00:37:35 - Le 18/20 · Un jour dans le monde - « Normalement l'artiste est censé être le miroir de l'humanité, et en ce moment il ne me reste pas beaucoup d'humanité à représenter ». Face à la violence de la guerre que mène son pays, et aux attaques qu'il a subies, l'auteur israélien Etgar Keret nous confie sa colère et son désarroi.

durée : 00:15:28 - L'invité d'un jour dans le monde - « Normalement l'artiste est censé être le miroir de l'humanité, et en ce moment il ne me reste pas beaucoup d'humanité à représenter ». Face à la violence de la guerre que mène son pays, et aux attaques qu'il a subies, l'auteur israélien Etgar Keret nous confie sa colère et son désarroi.

durée : 00:37:35 - Le 18/20 · Un jour dans le monde - « Normalement l'artiste est censé être le miroir de l'humanité, et en ce moment il ne me reste pas beaucoup d'humanité à représenter ». Face à la violence de la guerre que mène son pays, et aux attaques qu'il a subies, l'auteur israélien Etgar Keret nous confie sa colère et son désarroi.

Szerkesztő: Gyarmathy Dóra

Az Európai Unió költségvetésének kihívásai a többéves keret félidei felülvizsgálatának tükrében – nincs itt semmi látnivaló? A 61. Közgazdász-vándorgyűlés európai uniós szekciója Szekcióelnök: Iván Gábor igazgató, az Európai Unió Tanácsa Főtitkársága, az MKT Európai Uniós Szakosztályának elnöke Résztvevők: Banai Péter államháztartásért felelős államtitkár, Pénzügyminisztérium, az MKT Államháztartási Szakosztályának alelnöke Halmai Péter akadémikus, egyetemi tanár, BME, NKE, az MKT Gazdaságpolitikai és Gazdaságelméleti Szakosztályának elnöke Darvas Zsolt főmunkatárs, Bruegel Intézet, a Budapesti Corvinus Egyetem tudományos főmunkatársa Becsey Zsolt egyetem docens, Károli Gáspár Református Egyetem, volt európai parlamenti képviselő, az MKT Európai Uniós Szakosztályának alelnöke

"For me, there is something about art, it's not a monologue. When I do a video dance for a Japanese audience or a sci-fi comedy for a French audience then I do try to think about if I want to shock the audience at a certain moment. I think that the same things that would shock a French person would not necessarily shock an Israeli or a Japanese person, you know? I think that what's funny is that for a lot of people, the fact that my TV show The Middleman (L'Agent Immobilier) is very extreme, but in Israel when they watched it, they never thought it was extreme. They said it was very funny, but because the Israeli reality is much more extreme, so the idea of people shouting at each other or breaking a wall or punching each other or doing weird stuff, the French said, 'Oh, it's over the top.' In Israel, they felt that it was just like the way things are. So it's very, very interesting.""Some people, it doesn't matter who they speak to, they will speak in the same way they would speak to a five-year-old or to an intellectual or to somebody who doesn't speak the language very well. They would speak the same way and they don't care because this is what they have to say, but I think that the natural thing in the dialogue is really to look into the eyes of the person you speak to and see when he understands or when she doesn't understand or when she's moved or when he's angry. And basically out of that, kind of create your own language. And I think the same way that people are excited about learning and speaking different languages - because I think each language has different merits and different aspects."Author, Screenwriter, and Director Etgar Keret is a recipient of the French Chevalier des Arts et des Lettres, the Charles Bronfman Prize, and the Caméra d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival for Jellyfish, which he directed with his wife Shira Geffen. Most recently, they created the TV mini series The Middleman (L'Agent Immobilier) starring Mathieu Amalric. His books include the short story collections Fly Already, Suddenly a Knock on the Door, and his memoir The Seven Good Years. Etgar's work has been translated into forty-five languages and has appeared in The New Yorker, The Paris Review,The New York Times, and This American Life. A frequent collaborator with visual and performing artists, an exhibition inspired by his mother called Inside Out is currently showing at the Jewish Museum in Berlin until February 5th, 2023.www.etgarkeret.comThe Middleman www.imdb.com/title/tt11523800www.jmberlin.de/en/exhibition-inside-out-etgar-kerethttps://etgarkeret.substack.comJellyfish http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0807721www.creativeprocess.info www.oneplanetpodcast.org IG www.instagram.com/creativeprocesspodcastPhotos:Outside - a video dance by Etgar Keret and Inbal PintoThe Inconsistent Pedaler, Keret in collaboration with Pilobolus Dance Company, Photo by Grant Halverson

Újabb kerethirdetés és hétközi forduló után jelentkeztünk magyar focival foglalkozó podcastunkkal. Marco Rossi újoncot és visszatérőt is tartalmazó kerete után megnéztük, lesz-e NB1-es játékos az idei katari vb-n. Végül röviden visszatekintettünk az elmúlt két fordulóra, és válogattunk az idei naptári év utolsó meccsei közül.

Ana Bejarano es una de las más reconocidas traductoras al español de los autores israelíes contemporáneos. Ha traducido más de 60 obras del hebreo al español de autores de la talla de A.B Yoshua, Grosmann, Shalev o Keret. En este episodio indagamos su acercamiento al hebreo, la tradición hebraica en las universidades españolas desde la Edad Media hasta nuestros días y ahondamos acerca del arte de la traducción. Un episodio maravilloso para descubrir un universo único y fascinante.

In this episode with chatted with Etgar Keret, writer of short stories, comics, a children's book and a memoir. Etgar's books have been published in fifty languages. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, Le Monde, The New Yorker, The Guardian, The Paris Review and Zoetrope. He is currently a Professor at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev. He has received the Book Publishers Association's Platinum Prize several times, the St Petersburg Public Library's Foreign Favourite Award (2010) and the Newman Prize (2012). In 2010, he was honoured in France with the decoration of Chevalier de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres. In 2007, Keret and Shira Geffen won the Cannes Film Festival's "Camera d'Or" Award for their movie Jellyfish, and Best Director Award of the French Artists and Writers' Guild. His latest collection "Fly Already" won the most prestigious literary award in Israel, the Sapir prize (2018), as well as the National Jewish Book Award of the Jewish Book Council. Find us on Twitter: @UnsoundMethods - @JaimieBatchan - @LochlanBloom Jaimie's Instagram is: @jaimie_batchan Or at jaimiebatchan.com and lochlanbloom.com We have a store page on Bookshop, where you can find our books, as well as those of previous guests: https://uk.bookshop.org/shop/unsoundmethods Thanks for listening, please like, subscribe and rate Unsound Methods wherever you get your podcasts. Our website is: https://unsoundmethods.co.uk/

Története legjobb csoportkörös Európai rajtján van túl a Ferencváros, miután meglepetésre 1-0-ra nyert Monacóban az Európa-liga második csoportmeccsén. Ez azonban csak egy a témáink közül. Ezután megbeszéltük Marco Rossi keretének érdekességeit, arról, hogy került vissza Kuttor Attila Mezőkövesdre, és hogy miért annyira elégedetlenek a klubok edzőikkel.

This Episode is sponsored by Unpacked's new podcast, 'Homeland: Ten Stories, One Israel' https://jewishunpacked.com/podcast-series/homeland-ten-stories-one-israel/ *** Support us on Patreon: www.patreon.com/2njb *** “The Next-To-Last time I Was Shot Out of A Cannon”, “The Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God”, “Suddenly, A Knock On The Door”. Just the titles of these short stories are enough to make your literary mouth water. Etgar Keret certainly has a knack for doing just that. With a long career of award winning short stories, books, comics, graphic novels, children's books and even short and feature films, all under his belt, Etgar Keret finally decided to tackle the hardest challenge of all - substack. Keret has been posting to his new substack, Alphabet Soup, once a week for the last year. As Keret puts it, “Super- short weird stories, poems, thoughts about writing, ideas for screenplays – they all swirl around in my Alphabet Soup pot.” Keret has won many awards, among which the Knight Medallion for Literature in France. His debut feature film, Jellyfish, which he co-created with his wife Shira Geffen, was awarded the coveted Camera d'Or prize at the Cannes film festival. Today we are super thrilled to be joined for the SECOND TIME by the endlessly talented Etgar Keret. Etgar's newsletter and website: https://www.etgarkeret.com (Photo by Lielle Sand)

Etgar Keret reads his story “Mitzvah,” translated from the Hebrew by Jessica Cohen, from the June 27, 2022, issue of the magazine. Keret's books include the memoir “The Seven Good Years” and the story collections “Suddenly a Knock on the Door” and “Fly Already,” which was published in 2020. 

Február 24-én a Cziffra Fesztivál keretében játszik Pál István „Szalonna” és Bandája a MOMKultban.  A koncert egy zenei utazás a Kárpát-medencében, saját múltunkban, Székelyföldtől Gömörig, Kárpátaljától a Dél-Alföldig. A koncert a csángók muzsikájával indul és az utazás végén jutunk el egészen a nyugati határ kapujáig, az új stílusú rábaközi verbunkosok világáig. Az egész este műsora térben és időben mozgó zenei élmény, amely harmonikusan helyezi egymás mellé a régi archaikus és az újabb stílusú világot. A koncerten találkoznak a stílusok, két klasszikus zenész: Banda Ádám hegedűművész és a Cziffra Fesztivál művészeti vezetője, Balázs János zongoraművész kapcsolódnak be vendégként a virtuóz népzenei koncertbe. Pál István Szalonnával Kalmár András beszélgetett.

Pastor Andrew takes us back to the ancient city of Ugarit for the story of King Keret, a legendary king who we catch at the moment he looses everyone he loves and Goddess Asherah gives him instructions to get back the one thing he desires, but he makes one royal mistake. It's a cautionary tale warning against being more religious than God wants you to be. Pastor Andrew places this story in its historical context, talks about its use of repetition, and explains what it might be saying to us in our modern times, and much more!

The Legend of Kirta, called Keret in some translations, can be a bit hard to understand, especially for a modern audience used to things like the three act structure and protagonists who fit neatly into any sort of moral categories at all. This is the first of our stories from Ugarit, and we are starting with one that we don't even know if it is meant as tragedy or farce. What all these stories hold in common is that they are deeply strange, stranger even than many of the tales from the Hitties or Mesopotamians, and the many missing sections from the text do nothing to edify us. I will be reading them more or less straight, with a bit less commentary than usual, because just putting the story in front of you should be enough to get you pondering. Online at oldeststories.net --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/oldeststories/message

La narrativa, soprattutto nel romanzo, è un'arte lenta. Pillole di scrittura creativa in podcast, tra modi efficaci ed errori da evitare. Dialoghi, flashback e molto altro ancora. Nella raccolta: "Tre cose per scrivere dialoghi"; "Tre modi per usare i flashback"; "Tre modi efficaci per iniziare una storia"; "La regola del tre"; "Tre cose da evitare nel primo capitolo"; "Tre cose da non fare quando si inizia a scrivere un romanzo"; "Tre consigli per sbloccare una storia"; "Tre regole per scrivere un racconto breve"; "Tre qualità che uno scrittore deve avere".

ÖKOPOLITIKAI vitaestek keretében tárgyalja kéthetente a Karátsony Gábor Kör a Harmadik út című röpiratát. Eltérő nézőpontú, különböző szakmájú emberek meghívásával zajlik kerekasztal vitasorozat a Kossuth Klubban, s ez már önmagában is reményt kínál arra, hogy kijusson a divatosan "buborék körnek" nevezett mezőből, tehát az amúgy rendszeresen közösen gondolkodók köréből a kiútkeresés. A Civil Rádióban Lányi Andrással beszélget Péterfi Ferenc a vitasorozatról; amelyben a 'máskéntgazdálkodás', a vidékpolitika, a párbeszéd kultúra, a jövőt alapjaiban meghatározó oktatás helyzete és persze a fő összekötő szál: a globális ökopolitika kérdéseiről váltanak szót izgalmas emberek. Esetenként 'értelmes egyet - nem - értésben'.

Born in Ramat Gan, Israel, in 1967, Etgar Keret is the most popular writer among Israel's young generation and has also received international acclaim. He has been published in The New York Times, Le Monde, The New Yorker, The Guardian, The Paris Review and Zoetrope, among others. In 2010, Keret was awarded the prestigious French Chevalier des Arts et des Lettres decoration. He has twice been a finalist for the O'Connor Short Story Award. Most recently, he was awarded the Charles Bronfman Prize (USA, 2016) and the ADEI-WIZO Prize for The Seven Good Years (Italy, 2016).In this episode, Etgar and Ashley speak about writing fiction during the pandemic, why the famously productive writer moved to Berlin for a year to "do nothing," the flattening effect social media has on identity, and how growing up as the son of Israeli Holocaust survivors shaped him as a writer who looked out of Israel, and back in time, to the European writers of the diaspora for inspiration. Etgar also opens about his latest project, his Substack called Alphabet Soup, how he inspired the great Salman Rushdie to create his own Substack, and why he names his most "pathetic" characters after his most dedicated Substack subscribersCheck out Etgar's Substack here: https://etgarkeret.substack.com/Read the Tablet Magazine article  discussed,  "The Upgraded Me," here:  https://www.tabletmag.com/sections/arts-letters/articles/upgraded-me-etgar-keretRead one of Etgar's stories here: https://www.newyorker.com/books/flash-fiction/gravity 

Menù del giorno: - PIZZERIA KAMIKAZE di Etgar Keret + WRISTCUTTERS UNA STORIA D'AMORE - GLI SPIN OFF DI STAR WARS - parte 2 (con Matteo Valsecchi) 1'37'' - 3 COSE DA NON PERDERE SUL G8 DI GENOVA (con Matteo Mazza) 11'54'' - LUCA PERRI (con Francesca Arceri) 26'12'' - LA TRILOGIA EASTRAIL 177 di M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN (con Massimiliano Chiesa) 35'58'' ATTENZIONE: contiene anche l'elenco di tutti i prodotti in uscita dell'universo di Guerre Stellari e i ritorni di Nicole Kidman, Zoe Kravitz e del Loop.

Goran Vojnović: Đorđić se vrača Tone Dodlek: Plavi 9 Etgar Keret: Poleti že! ur. Andrej Kirbiš: Kulturna participacija mladih v Sloveniji in Evropi Avtorji recenzij Aljaž Krivec, Tonja Jelen, Marko Golja in Miša Gams

Lovely interview about anything and everything but mostly about books, especially those written by Etgar Keret and Nathan Englander. Invitation of both Keret and Englander is not an accidental one! Besides being good friends, they also happen to translate each other's work.  We did successfully overcome unsurpassable covid restrictions and on the line Tel Aviv-Toronto-Bratislava we talked about the newest book by Etgar Keret published in Slovak called Porucha na kraji galaxie (eng. Fly Already) and also about the book Večera v strede zeme (Dinner at the Center of the Earth) by Nathan Englander which are both part of book edition "-klad" by Artforum publishing. Interview was hosted by journalist Mirek Tóda and took place on April 27th 2021.

Quali sono tre regole per scrivere un racconto breve?

Saharan hiekka puhuttaa Yöradion studiossa. Lauri Salovaara saa myös paljon viestejä ja puheluita autojen valoista, mikä saa ihmiset unohtamaan pitkien valojen käytön. Keretään lähetyksessä myös kisailemaan hiihtolomavisassa.

Az Európai Unió 2021-2027-es pénzügyi kerete és a Next Generation EU által biztosított források bemutatása, különös tekintettel a Helyreállítási és Rezilienciaépítési Eszköz nyújtotta lehetőségekre. Ezzel a címmel tartott előadást – a Magyar Közgazdasági Társaság Európai Uniós Szakosztályának meghívására – Zupkó Gábor, az Európai Bizottság Magyarországi Képviseletének vezetője és Gyenes Zoltán, a Képviselet vezető gazdasági szakértője 2021. február 18-án, csütörtökön. A rendezvény házigazdája Iván Gábor, az Európai Unió Tanácsának általános politikai igazgatója, a szakosztály elnöke volt.

Today's meditation and retelling are from Joshua 2 and 6. Introduction:  Rahab is mentioned three times in the New Testament: twice commended for her faith in Hebrews and in James, and once in Matthew 1:5, in the genealogy of Jesus. We know from the latter that she eventually married Salmon, of the tribe of Judah. Joshua never mentions the name of the two spies, but some tradition holds that Salmon was one of them (and it makes a for better story if he was, I think!) Despite her profession, she was commended for the same reason Abraham was: by faith (Romans 4:20-22). She heard the stories of God’s mighty works, and she believed them so completely that she put her life on the line as a potential traitor to her country in order to side with God’s people. Faith has always been what pleased God. Not only did the Israelites spare her life and those of her family, but she even went from harlot to being so highly esteemed in the eyes of the Lord that she became an ancestress of Christ. Interesting, since her act of faith is clearly self-interested, and she also had to lie to accomplish it. But (as James points out in James 2:25), the act, regardless of what it was, demonstrates the depth of her faith that God would do what He promised. It was her faith that motivated her to make sure she and hers were protected. Like the passover when the Israelites painted blood upon their doorposts so that the avenging angel would pass over their houses (Exodus 11-12), the scarlet cord Rahab tied in her window as a signal to the Israelites is likewise symbolic of the redemptive blood of Jesus. Presumably even in Canaan, harlotry was frowned upon.  Rahab’s family might have disowned her or otherwise shunned her. If they had, her offer to bring them into her house and keep them safe probably made for an awkward week or two, depending upon how long they were there. Rahab knew she had at least three days from the time she let the spies go. Then it probably took them at least a day or two to return with the whole army. When they did return, they marched around Jericho for seven days before the walls finally fell. So Rahab and her family were holed up in her home for at least that long. I wonder if she had enough food for everyone! The mention of flax that she was spinning into linen and the scarlet cord on her roof suggests that she was manufacturing and dying linen, and presumably selling it, to try to support herself in some other way. Perhaps this is an indication that she didn’t want the life of prostitution and was looking for a way out. Rahab’s house was built upon the walls of Jericho (Joshua 2:15). If the walls were thick enough for all that, it makes it even more miraculous that they fell down with nothing but shouts and trumpets. Also if the walls fell down, but Rahab and her household were not crushed in the rubble, God either must have held up just the section of the wall that served as the foundation for Rahab’s house, or else he must have supernaturally protected the structure as it fell to the ground. I assume the latter, since Joshua sent the spies back to her house to lead them out (Joshua 6:22). That meant there still was a house. In her initial encounter with the spies, Rahab told them how the people of Canaan’s hearts  had melted within them ever since they heard the stories of God parting the Red Sea. This must have been such a confirmation to Joshua and Caleb when they heard it: they were the only two spies from the first generation who had believed God (Numbers 13-14), and the only two of that company still alive now. Had they gone in and taken the land forty years earlier like God had told them to, Rahab’s words confirmed that they would have succeeded easily. God had already fought the battle for them in their enemies’ minds. For forty years, the people had continued to tremble at the stories of the Israelites’ exploits, until God’s promises could come to pass. Fictionalized Retelling     There weren’t very many occupations for a single Canaanite woman. And despite my beauty, I would always be single, thanks to a smooth-talking scoundrel who deflowered me in my youth. No respectable man would now have me as his wife. But plenty of them would be happy to have me on other terms. I was a practical woman, and saw no point in spending time weeping over what was. Most men visited harlots only in secret, in the dead of night, and if they spoke of it at all, it was in hushed tones. Houses of ill repute were known only by word of mouth, and they did not advertise. I scorned this idea. If I was to be a harlot, I intended to be a prosperous one. As a consequence, my family disowned me. This hurt, but I saw no point in weeping over that either. They would do what they would do, and I would have to get on with it. I purchased a house on credit right on top of the enormous walls of Jericho, by the city gates, so that every traveler would have a good view and would know at a glance exactly what we were. I then recruited other girls to work for me, in exchange for a safe place to live and do their business. Prostitution was often a dangerous occupation, as our customers were always unscrupulous to varying degrees. I would provide for my girls’ basic needs, and even some of their luxuries. In time, this proved so lucrative that I soon could afford to promote myself to business manager, no longer needing to offer my own services at all. I paid off my creditor, and even had enough seed money to let myself dream of one day supporting myself in a respectable trade. I purchased flax and scarlet worms, teaching myself to turn flax into linen, and dye it scarlet. The roof of my home was flat, so I left the linen there to dry overnight before taking it into the marketplace for sale. Then during the day, while my girls slept, I disguised myself and took my scarlet linen into the Jericho marketplace. This was where I first heard people talk about the Israelites, and their God. I heard only snippets at first. I had the impression that the stories were old ones, from before my time. Apparently the Israelites were a nomadic people, having spent decades living in the desert after their God had delivered them from slavery in Egypt miraculously. “He parted the Red Sea and they walked across on dry land! Yes!” one customer told me when I asked him how they had escaped from Pharaoh. I blinked, and felt the corners of my mouth turn up, skeptical. “Surely you exaggerate,” I said, but the man shook his head emphatically. “I do no such thing! After they crossed over, the waters consumed the Egyptians, chariots and all!” I asked around, but all the other customers told me that they had heard the same story. Most of them said it with awe. “Then they completely destroyed the kings of the Amorites, Sihon and Og!” another customer told me. “These aren’t soldiers, mind you. They were slaves, and now they are nomads. But it doesn’t matter; their God fights their battles for them.” Then he lowered his voice and whispered, “Rumor has it they have their sights set on Jericho next!” I was taken aback by this, catching the fear from my customer like a contagion. I gave him his linen and closed up shop for the day in the late afternoon. When I returned, Pigat, one of my girls, was awake and readying herself for her work that evening. She saw my expression and frowned. “You look like you’ve heard bad news,” she observed. “What’s wrong?” I turned to look at her. “Have you heard of the nomadic people called the Israelites, who used to be slaves in Egypt?” “Oh! My father and uncles were terrified of them when I was little,” she nodded, and told me the same story I had heard in the marketplace: of millions of people crossing the Red Sea on dry ground, and the Egyptians consumed in the waters. If it had been exaggerated, surely the story would change from person to person, wouldn’t it? “Why was your family afraid, though?” I pressed. “What have we to do with them?” Pigat’s eyes widened. “They say their God led them out of slavery to give them a land of their own. Our land.” I shivered involuntarily as she said this. “But didn’t the Red Sea story happen decades ago?” I asked. “If their God intended to give them our land, why hasn’t it happened already?” Pigat shook her head. “I don’t know, but my family was sure they would come against us eventually.” Each time I went to the marketplace and had the opportunity after that, I asked about the Israelites. I heard more stories, too: of the ground opening up and swallowing those among the Israelites who were disobedient to the leaders. Of bread falling from heaven and miraculously feeding the people. Some said the people did not come in to take our land nearly forty years ago because they had done something to anger their God, but it was still foretold that Jericho would fall to them. And not Jericho only, but all of Canaan. The Israelites began to infiltrate my dreams. My mind conjured images of great warriors suffused with a supernatural glow of power, storming Jericho with flaming swords, and slashing down everyone in their path, before turning their swords upon me. I woke in a cold sweat, gasping, and placed a hand upon my pounding heart. At first I thought the sound I heard was my heart slamming against my ribcage. But as I reoriented myself to the present, I recognized that the pounding was coming from the door downstairs. I peered out my window and frowned when I saw the moon high in the sky. We sometimes got late customers, but this was ridiculous. All my girls were surely fast asleep—or they were, before all this racket. I pulled on my shawl, the one I preferred for warmth rather than for enticement, and padded down to the door, prepared to tell the visitors to return tomorrow at a more reasonable hour. But when I opened the door, something about the two men’s appearance stilled my tongue. Both of them wore simple garments of unadorned cloth, though they looked new enough. The men were both perhaps in their early thirties, like me—tall, well built, and imposing. Both had long dark hair and long black beards that looked as though they had not been trimmed in many years. I noticed one in particular more than the other. His black eyes glittered at me in the moonlight, and he had a powerful chest, straight nose, and high, clear forehead. I had not offered my own personal services to a customer in over a year now, but I found myself thinking, this time, I might not mind… “It is very late,” I said instead, “and my girls are in bed. If you return tomorrow, you may have your pick—” “Please,” the man I had admired stopped me, holding up a hand. “We are not here for that, we simply wish to beg a room for the night.” I blinked at them suspiciously. “This is no inn.” “We know that,” said the other man, “and we know the nature of your business. But the Lord God told us to come here, so we have come.” It was like a password, somehow, though I could not have said why. I stepped back from the doorway to let them pass inside. The handsome one, I noticed, averted his eyes from me and gave me a wider berth than necessary. I might have felt ashamed, but I could sense that his behavior was motivated by suppressed attraction rather than disgust. I found this far more intriguing than if he had openly ogled me. “I do have a room available, though just the one, I’m afraid. One of my girls has recently moved on.” I looked at the other man, and gestured to the open doorway. “You may sleep here.” Then I looked at the man who refused to meet my gaze, and considered inviting him to share my chamber. I almost wanted to do it just to see if could make him blush, but in the end I held my tongue. Of course he could never respect me, given what I was. But for some strange reason I could not explain, I found that I wanted to try to earn his respect all the same. “You both may sleep here if you wish, though one will have to take the floor,” I said at last. The handsome one raised his eyes to me now. “Thank you,” he said, genuine gratitude in his voice. I realized he had feared the offer I had almost made, and was suddenly very glad I had not made it. “May we know the name of our hostess?” asked the friend. I bowed my head, trying to remember the manners of a lady I had learned and then forgotten so long ago. “I am called Rahab,” I told them. “And, may I know yours?” “I am Berel,” said the friend, “and this is Salmon.” Salmon, I repeated the name in my mind. “Those are peculiar names in Canaan,” I observed, “you must be visitors to these parts?” “We are,” said Berel, guarded. I watched them, wondering if I should say aloud what I suspected from the moment they referenced the Lord. “You are Hebrews,” I guessed, watching their faces. “The Lord sent you to spy out our land and see where we are vulnerable.” The two men exchanged wide-eyed a look, which was as good as confirmation. “Do not worry,” I said at once. “I will not betray your secret.” Berel frowned, suspicious. “Why not?” I didn’t know the answer myself yet. But just as I opened my mouth to answer, I heard another pounding at the door, sharp and insistent. It was accompanied by a shout though the door: “Rahab! Open up!” “It’s one of the kings’ soldiers!” I hissed, “quick! Follow me!” I scampered up to the rooftop, open to the air, and pointed at the stalks of flax I had collected and not yet spun into linen. “Hide in there, go!” I did not wait to see that they obeyed; I hurried back downstairs, seeing lanterns flicker on in my girls’ bedrooms as I went, and a few of them poked their heads out at me to see what all the fuss was about. They could hardly avoid being awakened by all the commotion. “Shh, go back to bed!” I hissed at all and sundry, smoothing my wrap and taking a deep breath before I pulled open the rattling door. I had seen the soldier who glared down at me before, making his rounds in the city. There were three other soldiers behind him. “I come by order of the king,” the first soldier barked. “We were told that men have come here tonight from the children of Israel to search out the country, and that they have entered your house. Bring them out now.” In a moment, I decided how to play this: the soldier in front was all business, and I knew he at least would not soften in response to coquetry. So instead I affected an expression of wide-eyed innocence, and told them just enough of the truth. “Yes, the men came to me, but I did not know where they were from. And it happened as the gate was being shut, when it was dark, that the men went out.” The words were already out of my mouth before the fear struck me that someone might have told the soldiers when the men had come to my home. If they had, this lie would immediately mark me as a traitor. But I’d said it now; nothing to do but double down. “Where the men went I do not know; pursue them quickly, for you may overtake them!” It worked. The soldier in front was clearly in charge; he turned on his heel without another word and rushed away from my door and toward the front gates. The other two followed behind him. I watched until I saw them disappear by the road to the Jordan, to the fords. Breathing a sigh of relief when they had gone, I closed the front door behind me. All the girls except Pigat had gone back to bed. But she continued to gaze at me with her torch in one hand, frowning. I made a shooing motion with my hand. “All is well, not to worry,” I told her. “Go back to sleep.” “The Israelites were here?” she echoed what she had heard, her voice trembling. “Yes, apparently, but they are gone now. It’s all right.” “Then it’s happening!” she declared with a shudder, tears pricking her eyes, “we are about to die! They will kill every last one of us!” “Shh, go back to bed,” I insisted. “They won’t kill us if I have anything to say about it. We’ll talk about this in the morning, now go on.” She gave a hesitant nod, sniffled, and blew out her torch, closing her door again. I heaved a sigh, trying to calm my pounding heart as I climbed back to the roof. “Psst!” I hissed, “it’s just me!” The two heads poked out from among the flax. “You can come out for now, but I’m afraid I cannot offer you lodging inside after all, lest my girls see you in the morning.” “What did you tell the soldiers?” Berel asked as they got to their feet, apprehension knitting his brow. “That you did come to me, but I had already sent you away. They are pursuing you on the road to the Jordan in the direction of the fords as we speak.” Salmon gazed at me in wonder. “You realize that if your king discovers what you have done, he will have you executed as a traitor?” I took a deep breath, fidgeting with my wrap. “Yes. I know this.” “Then—why?” Salmon pressed. “Why are you helping us?” I met his gaze. “I know that the Lord has given you the land, that the terror of you has fallen on us, and that all the inhabitants of the land are fainthearted because of you. For we have heard how the Lord dried up the water of the Red Sea for you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to the two kings of the Amorites who were on the other side of the Jordan, Sihon and Og, whom you utterly destroyed. And as soon as we heard these things. our hearts melted; neither did there remain any more courage in anyone because of you, for the Lord your God, He is God in heaven above and on the earth beneath.” As I said this, I saw Salmon’s expression clear from suspicion to surprise, to something else—something softer. I dropped my gaze. “Now therefore, I beg you, swear to me by the Lord, since I have shown you kindness, that you also will show kindness to my father’s house, and give me a true token, and spare my father, my mother, my brothers, my sisters, and all that they have, and deliver our lives from death.” Salmon opened his mouth to speak, eyes wide. He hesitated, and what he said was, “But—you are a Canaanite woman. You are a Canaanite harlot!” I winced at his blunt statement, but he did not seem to notice, adding, “And do you believe in the Lord God? In our Lord?” Trying to recover myself, I said at last, “There is no other God in heaven or on earth who can do what your God can do. If I must choose sides, I choose to side with the winner. This is entirely self-interested on my part, I assure you.” Berel shot a look at his open-mouthed friend. “You are correct that the Lord has given Jericho and all of Canaan into our hands,” he told me. “But many of our own number, who have seen daily miracles in the wilderness, struggle to believe in the Lord as fully as you have just now expressed. That is what Salmon is trying to say: he is impressed.” He nudged his companion with a slight, almost teasing smirk, before turning back to me. “And yes: our lives for yours, if none of you tell this business of ours. And it shall be, when the Lord has given us the land, that we will deal kindly and truly with you.” I swallowed, casting an involuntary glance at Salmon, and then gave Berel a quick, business-like nod. “All right. Follow me. I can lower you down on the other side of the city wall through the window of the empty room we were just in.” I grabbed a thick flaxen cord from the roof as well, already dyed scarlet. Behind me, the men’s footsteps were almost silent. When we entered the dark room and I led them to the window, I started to see Salmon closer behind me than I had expected. Both of us drew back very quickly, and, for what might have been the first time since my girlhood, I felt myself actually blush. Berel bit his lip, as if trying not to laugh. I cleared my throat, even though I kept my voice to a whisper as I tied the scarlet rope against the bedpost to secure it. “Here, let me,” said Salmon in a husky whisper, accidentally brushing his fingers against mine as he took over the job of tying the knot. I self-consciously tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, confused by the unfamiliar flutter I felt. When he had finished, together we hoisted the cord out the window, watching it fall almost down to the path outside the city. They would have to jump the last distance, but it was small. Or at least it looked small from up here. I hoped it really was. I turned to Salmon. “Get to the mountain, lest the pursuers meet you. Hide there three days, until the pursuers have returned. Afterward you may go your way.” Berel nodded, and said, a warning note in his tone, “We will be blameless of this oath of yours which you have made us swear, unless, when we come into the land, you bind this line of scarlet cord you have used in the window through which you let us down, and unless you bring your father, your mother, your brothers, and all your father’s household to your own home. So it shall be that whoever goes outside the doors of your house onto the street, his blood shall be on his own head, and we will be guiltless. And whoever is with you in the house, his blood shall be on our head if a hand is laid on him. And if you tell this business of ours, then we will be free from your oath which you made us swear.” I bowed my head to him. “According to your words, so be it.” Even though I wondered how I would explain to my family, who had all but disowned me from the time they discovered my profession, that they needed to lodge in my house of ill repute for an unspecified amount of time. At least I had three days to figure it out. Berel stepped between Salmon and me, taking the scarlet cord from my hands. “I’ll go first,” he volunteered. “That’ll give the two of you a moment to, ah—say goodbye.” I caught the sharp glare Salmon shot his friend. Berel laughed quietly, swinging himself to the outer edge of the window before he vanished. The air immediately felt thick with tension as soon as he had gone. But Salmon was a stranger to me; I knew nothing of him, or of his culture. I hadn’t the slightest idea what to say. He cleared his throat unnecessarily, before he said, sounding rather awkward, “Thank you. For helping us.” I shrugged. “As I said, it’s pure self-interest.” “It’s faith,” he corrected me. As he said this, I saw his arm move toward me, hesitate, and then freeze in midair before dropping back to his side. “I know that my profession makes me abhorrent to you,” I whispered, dropping my eyes. “No! You misunderstand…” Salmon ran a hand through his hair, sighed, and looked away. “Well, yes, sort of,” he admitted, “but—” “It’s okay,” I cut him off with a wave of my hand, gesturing at the window and taking a step back from him. “I need no approval from you. I’ve learned to live without it everywhere else. Go on, your friend is waiting.” I was hurt. I recognized this much, though it was absurd that this man I had barely spoken to should be capable of hurting me. Salmon seemed upset, but did not know how to make it right. He hesitated, and then did as I had commanded, moving toward the window and taking hold of the rope. He glanced at me, swallowed, and at last managed, “I hope we will meet again someday. Goodbye, Rahab.” Then he vanished. I let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding, and then leaned out my window to watch Salmon’s descent next to Berel. When he had leapt the last distance to the ground, both of them looked up at me, waved, and ran off in the direction of the mountain. I hauled up the cord after them so that a visitor to the city might not look up at the window and discern what might have happened. Then I went back to the rooftop, retrieved a knife, and sawed off the bulk of it, leaving just enough of a scarlet cord tied on the outside of the window to serve as our signal. I had three days. I barely slept that night, turning over in my mind what I should do next. I had a sense that Salmon and Berel were men of action; they would not tarry. The Israelites would probably descend upon Jericho within the week. I decided that I could not trust most of my girls not to betray me to the king—but neither could I abandon them to slaughter, at least not without giving them a choice. I determined to wait until the last minute, when the Israelites were already upon us, and then I would tell them they could stay with me and join the Israelites, or leave. Then they would not have enough time to betray me. My family posed a bigger problem. I could not convince them to lodge with me, given the infamy of my profession, without giving them a good reason. And I could not give them a good reason without putting my life in their hands. I knew they disapproved of me, but surely they would not give me up to execution as a traitor, not when my intention was to save their lives along with my own? I didn’t know, but I would have to risk it. The next morning, I arrayed myself in my drab linen clothing so as not to draw attention to myself, just as if I were going to the marketplace. But instead, I went to my father’s house for the first time in over a decade. I gritted my teeth, steeling myself against whatever might come. The door swung open, and I gasped. “Mother!” The woman in the doorframe looked like a shadow of her former buxom, laughing self. Her skin was papery and white. It had been ten years, but she looked like she had aged at least twenty. Her hooded eyes briefly searched my face and widened. “Rahab?” She took a step away rather than towards me, which stung. “You shouldn’t be here. Your father—” “Disowned me, yes, I remember,” I said with a fixed smile, “and I came anyway, because your lives are in danger. All of ours are. I alone can save you.” Twenty-four hours later, my entire estranged family crammed into my house of ill repute. My father, after first ordering me out of his home, finally changed his tune and instead went to my brothers and sisters, bearing my message. While my parents recruited my siblings, I went to the marketplace to buy enough food for all the sudden guests, to last through the siege. I did this in multiple trips, hoping not to raise eyebrows at why I felt the sudden need to stockpile supplies. I hoped the Israelites would return soon, if only to curtail my awkward family reunion. Then I felt guilty for thinking this, as the Israelites’ return would mean the slaughter of every citizen of Jericho save those in my own home. They had no idea, I thought, as I passed mothers with children in the streets. As always, they crossed to the other side of the street when they saw me coming, wanting to avoid contamination. This used to hurt, long ago. Then I became calloused to it, ignoring those who shunned me. Now, I felt compassion… but not enough to risk my own life to warn them. I had risked enough in warning my own family, and I had no more room in my home for anyone else anyway. Most of my girls left in a huff after my sisters insulted them. Only Pigat remained, having guessed why they were there after seeing the Israelites. With each passing day, I wrung my hands, fearful that the girls who had left would turn me in to the authorities as a traitor, though I had officially confessed nothing. On the second day after Berel and Salmon had left my house, I watched over the wall and saw the soldiers of Jericho return empty-handed. I held my breath as they passed by, fearful they might knock on my door again and wonder why I suddenly played host to so many. Fortunately they had no other reason to approach me, and they passed on by. On the third day, nothing happened at all. I knew that was the day the two spies would leave the mountain and return to their camp. My father began to sneer at me, accusing me of lying to all of them, and ruining their reputations by their sudden association with me. My mother snapped at him to leave me alone, which brought tears to my eyes. But when she turned away from him, she did not look at me either. On the fourth day, I thought I heard the distant rumble of marching in the desert. I ran to the rooftops, and peered out into the distance. Pigat crept up behind me. “Is that them?” she whispered. “I don’t know,” I whispered back. She wrapped her little hands around my forearm, and I leaned into her, grateful for her companionship. “I’m scared,” she confessed. “Everything is about to change, isn’t it?” I kissed the top of her head, and smoothed back her hair. “Yes, little one,” I whispered back. “But I believe it will be a change for the better.” “How do you know?” I considered this, and a thousand images flashed across my mind: of losing my virginity and my virtue. Of the awful things I had to do since then to support myself. Of all the respectable people who had turned against me. Of the moment my father had disowned me, many years ago. Of the nights I had cried myself to sleep with loneliness and regret, before rising in the morning with determination to make my own way. Of grieving as I finally understood what had happened to my own soul, by watching it play out in the broken girls who worked for me. Then I thought of how I had felt when I started to hear the stories of the God of Israel. The Canaanites had gods, but honestly, I had never thought much of them. They had no power. They certainly had no goodness. Yet the Israelites’ God used His power to deliver His people from their oppressors, to grant them victory over their enemies. That did not necessarily make Him good, but it certainly made Him great. I wanted to ally myself with that God, if only because I did not wish to suffer the fate of His enemies.  Then I’d met Berel and Salmon. It was so very brief, that to draw any major conclusions about Israelites in general based upon that one encounter seemed foolish. Yet they had been kind. It had been so long since a man had been truly kind to me that I hardly remembered what it felt like. They said their God had directed them to come to me, even knowing what I was. They spoke to me with respect, even gratitude. I realized I had never answered Pigat. She had asked how I knew that this would be a change for the better. “All my adult life, it’s been me against the world,” I told her at last. “A father is supposed to protect and defend his daughter, a brother his sister, a husband his wife. I had none of these. No one to rely upon but myself.” “You did a great job, even so,” Pigat said with a tentative smile. I returned her smile affectionately, and said, “But I would never have chosen this life, had I had any other choice. None of us would. It was a matter of survival, that’s all. Then I heard of a God who protects and defends His people, and…” I looked at her and confessed earnestly, “I want that. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I wasn’t born one of them, but if it’s possible to become one of them anyway, then whatever it takes, I want to do it. I want to belong to the God of Israel.” Tears pricked at my eyes as I said this. I didn’t realize how deep that ran: my desire to belong to someone who valued me. I would give my life for it. Pigat blinked up at me, and gave me a tiny nod of agreement, answering tears swimming in her own eyes. I knew she felt the same way. I turned back to peer out into the desert, and gasped. “Look!” It was them at last, and more than I possibly could have imagined. From this distance, the Israelites looked like a swarm of locusts. “It’s starting,” I murmured. “Should we go inside?” Pigat whispered. Down below, I heard the gates of the city closing. The watchmen had spotted the approaching army too. “You can if you want to,” I told her. “I think I want to watch.” It took a week, all told. I grew impatient as day after day, the men of Israel marched around the walls of Jericho once, blowing trumpets but otherwise holding their peace. They did not storm the city gates, or make any attempt to enter. “What are they doing?” my sister Hurriya murmured beside me on the third day: the first time she had voluntarily spoken to me since she had come I shook my head and shivered. “I have no idea, but it’s unnerving. I wish they would get on with it already.” Inside our walls, the city of Jericho uneasily tried to continue life as usual, which I knew only by looking out the windows and seeing the usual traffic in the streets. A few men even came to my house at nightfall, seeking the services of my girls. I turned them away, of course. Two of them, already drunk, became violent, until my brothers Keret and Paebel came to my defense. The men scampered off in a hurry. Once they were gone, the moments afterwards were awkward. “Thank you,” I mumbled, not daring to meet my brothers’ eyes. Paebel gave me a curt nod and walked off. Keret snapped, “Just tell me you’re not going back to harlotry when this is all over.” I slapped him. I did it without thinking, surprised by the violence of my own emotions. His cheek reddened in where my hand had stung him. “I will never be a harlot again!” I hissed. “I never would have been one in the first place, had I any other choice! Do you think I wanted this life?” I stalked off before he could reply, leaving him gaping behind me. Over the next three days, my family began to offer me awkward and overly polite acknowledgements for the food and lodging. They even stopped treating Pigat like a ghost, though it was clear they were uncomfortable with her. And all the time, the Israelites marched around Jericho’s walls, in silence save for the trumpets. Sometimes I went up to the room where the scarlet cord was tied, where my brothers slept, and peered down below to see if I could identify the faces of any of the Israelite soldiers. I was looking for Salmon, though I never would have admitted it. On the seventh day at last, something changed: instead of just once, the Israelites marched around the city walls seven times. They were still silent save for the trumpets, but they had picked up their pace considerably. My heart thrummed in my chest. I knew something was on the verge of happening, though I had no idea what it would be. Then, on their seventh pass, when the trumpets blew, as one all the Israelites raised their voices in a mighty shout. I wondered that their voices could have made such noise, until I realized that the sound was now coming from the very foundations of my house. I felt it in the stones below me. I looked and saw, to my horror and amazement, that the city walls—thick enough for houses and businesses like mine to be built atop them—fell down flat in a ripple effect. And then— I screamed, grasping wildly for something to hold on to, but it was no use. I was airborne, as the ground below me collapsed. I collided with the ground again, gasping and trying to orient myself as I groped to my feet. I looked up and saw that the roof held, as did the floor. I ran to the window with the scarlet cord, which moments ago had been far above the ground outside the city walls. Now, suddenly, it was only one story above ground level… and there were no more city walls. Outside my window I saw the invading army rushing by with swords drawn, still shouting their battle cry. I trembled in terror, praying that they would see the scarlet cord and remember their promise to me. The next thing I knew, Pigat and my entire family all crowded in that little room with me, huddled together in fear. Then I heard the ominous sound of pounding on my door down below, above the din of the battle. “Ignore them,” Pigat whispered to me in a tremulous voice. “Maybe they’ll go away!” The pounding started again, three times, insistent. “Maybe not,” Keret said gravely, and rose to his feet, trying to be brave. “I will see to it—” “No,” I stopped him, reaching out an arm as I rose instead, trying to be brave. “They do not know you. I, at least, have met two of them. If they will spare anyone, they will spare me.” My voice was remarkably steady, though I trembled as I descended the stairs—marveling vaguely that as the foundation of my home beneath us fell down flat, its structure was somehow still intact. The pounding began again, this time accompanied by a voice. “Rahab?” I caught my breath and rushed to the door, throwing it open. Salmon and Berel looked glorious now, no longer like spies, but like warriors. Their swords were sheathed, but their hair was backlit by the sun and their eyes glowed with the heat of battle. I felt my face split into an involuntary grin. “You came back for me!” Salmon looked almost affronted. “Of course we came back for you. We are men of our word.” He reached out an arm to me and beckoned, “Come, you and your household. Our leader Joshua has sent us to escort you outside the city where you will be safe. Take with you any possessions you wish to keep, as well, as we plan to burn the city to the ground.” My eyes widened. I turned to spread this message to the others, but they were all halfway down the stairs before I could get to them. My parents, siblings, and Pigat already had gathered up what they could carry. “My flax!” I said, rushing up to the roof to gather what I had already spun into linen and had planned to sell at the marketplace. It was not yet dyed, but I figured that the Israelite camps would still have plenty of use for linen. I scooped as much as I could carry into my arms, and turned to find Salmon standing very close behind me. I was so jittery and startled that I dropped it all on the ground again. “Oh!” I gasped, a hand flying to my chest. “You—scared me.” He did not answer for a moment; he gazed at me, a look of curiosity and wonder on his face. All around us raged the shouts of battle, and yet here we were, alone, mere stories above it all. Salmon seemed to recall himself before I did, and murmured, “Here, let me get that.” He scooped up what I had dropped, and gestured for me to return inside. “Grab any other valuables you have.” I did as he instructed, rushing back downstairs and collecting my few precious belongings: candlesticks and bowls, one golden ring, and a head scarf I had treasured as a young girl, before my life became what it had been. Berel was already carrying a load of Pigat’s valuables. “Let’s get out of here!” my mother begged. Berel nodded swiftly, being the closest to the door. “This way,” he said, and hurried out first. Pigat, my mother and sisters were right on his heels, followed by my brothers, my father, and then Salmon and me. Salmon brought up the rear, and I realized that he and Berel served as protection for my family between them. The army would recognize them, and would not touch us. The hike to the Israelite camp was not as far as I had expected, but it still took us several miles. As each of us fell into our relative paces, I found myself striding alone beside Salmon. I wasn’t sure if that was his doing or mine. “Thank you for coming back for us,” I said at last. Salmon nodded. “As I said, Joshua sent us back for you.” I didn’t know what to say to this, so I said nothing. Seeming to realize his mistake, he amended, “Not that—I wouldn’t have volunteered to do so. If he hadn’t.” I glanced at him with a small smile, and then lapsed back into silence. I was worried about what was to come next. I had left behind me everything I had ever known—and while I certainly did not regret the loss of that life, surely the Israelites did not view prostitution any more favorably than did my family. Would I become an outcast among the Israelites as I had in Jericho, and have to resort to the same profession after all in order to support myself? Would the God of Israel want nothing to do with me? “You need not fear,” Salmon said gently. I glanced at him, startled, and saw that he was watching me. “What?” “I suspect I can guess your apprehensions. I won’t pretend the cultural adjustments won’t be significant. But our leader Joshua is disposed to deal kindly with you, for how you aided Berel and myself, and by extension, all of Israel. I told him how you risked yourself for our sakes, because you heard of the great works of the Lord and believed in Him.” I was surprised at the lump which sprang to my throat at this, and the ache in my chest. “But what if your Lord wants nothing to do with a woman like me?” I whispered. I had not meant to say it; the words just slipped out. To my surprise, Salmon shifted his load to one arm so that he could reach out and touch my hand with the other. I stopped walking, startled, and jerked my hand away from him like I had been burned. “You should want nothing to do with me, either! You know what I am!” But Salmon reached out for me again, taking my hand in his firmly this time. “Yes,” he said, “I do know. You are a woman who merely heard of God’s works, and without ever seeing them for yourself, you believed—even to the point of staking your own life upon your allegiance to Him. How many Israelites do not believe, even when they have seen? You are a woman who so loved her family, even when they shunned her, that you risked your life to save theirs. You are a woman who clearly loves and protects one of your girls like your own little sister, who I’m guessing has no one else to care for her either. You are an enterprising woman who obviously wants to find any other means of support for herself and those under her protection, hence the linen.” He indicated the burden he was carrying, and shook his head. “I do not know what blows life has dealt you to lead to you to the place you have been. But Israel can be a second chance for you, if you want it to be.” Tears ran down my cheeks as he spoke. I couldn’t even wipe them away, since one arm grasped all my remaining worldly belongings, while Salmon firmly held my other. I sniffled, and confessed, “I want that more than anything in the world!” He gave me a swift nod. “Then that’s settled.” Then with a sly smile, he said, “I will introduce you to the women of Israel as a merchant of scarlet linen, and leave it at that, shall I? And Pigat is… your apprentice.” A grateful laugh and sob together escaped my lips, and I nodded, unable to speak. Salmon was as good as his word. When we reached the tents where the women, children, and elderly waited for the return of their soldiers, he introduced Pigat and me as linen merchants. He also told them that we had hidden him and Berel, and told them how to escape. My family easily could have contradicted the story, but they did not. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was surrounded by respectable women who did not mind if their children played in my presence. I learned that Israel was comprised of twelve tribes, and I also gathered that Salmon was a prominent and well-respected member of the tribe called Judah. Israel had no princes, but if they had, it seemed, he would have been one of them. This made me shy in his presence, though he treated me just as attentively after I learned this as before. “And as a proselyte, you can choose which tribe you join!” one of my new friends told me cheerfully. Then she dropped her voice and added, “Unless you marry into one, in which case, the tribe chooses you.” She cast a significant glance in Salmon’s direction at this, not bothering to hide her implication from anyone. He grinned, and I blushed furiously and dropped my eyes—a reflex I had not known I still possessed. It was a strange contradiction, to feel so happy while the city that had been my home burned in the distance. Death and tragedy was all around us, and yet I had never felt so hopeful or at peace. Suddenly, anything seemed possible.

durée : 02:00:09 - Les Matins - par : Guillaume Erner - Comment l’art et la création se déploient-ils malgré les contraintes imposées par l’épidémie ? Pour en parler, Guillaume Erner reçoit l’écrivain, scénariste et réalisateur Etgar Keret, ainsi que l'ancienne ministre de la Culture, Aurélie Filippetti. - réalisation : Vivien Demeyère

Il corrispondente Davide Frattini attraversa Tel Aviv per scoprire (con lo scrittore Keret) come la nuova ondata del virus nello Stato ebraico abbia approfondito le spaccature. Poi, dal minuto 10'04", Leonard Berberi spiega come funziona la tratta di Alitalia tra Roma e Milano riservata a chi è “sano", cioè non risultano positivi al Coronavirus.Per altri approfondimenti:- Coronavirus, Israele chiude tutto https://bit.ly/2G246GC- Etgar Keret: “Israele, nemmeno il virus ha portato il messia dell’empatia” https://bit.ly/30mKR1Z- Alitalia, due voli al giorno Roma-Milano “Covid free” https://bit.ly/3mLwHRo

Apa persamaan penulis asal Israel Etgar Keret dan pemilik toko buku bekas The Bookshop di Inggris Shaun Bythell? Keduanya sama-sama menerbitkan buku memoar yang menarik. Keret, melalui The Seven Good Years, dan Shaun, melalui The Diary of a Bookseller, memuat cerita satir berisi hal-hal pinggiran yang mereka temukan saat menjalani keseharian hidup. Sangat menggelitik, tapi juga tidak jarang menikam. Dengarkan rekomendasi buku The Seven Good Years dan The Diary of a Bookseller di podcast buku Podcast Main Mata.

Neue, surreale Kurzgeschichten des Schriftstellers und Drehbuchautors Etgar Keret. Mit Natascha Freundel spricht Keret über Todesangst und Empathie, über den Holocaust und Haschisch. Und darüber, dass ihm in der Corona-Pandemie die Bedeutung von Kunst klarer geworden ist. Seine Übersetzerin, Barbara Linner, gibt Einblicke in ihre Arbeit.

Etgar Keret is a globally celebrated author of stories and memoirs that expose the absurdity of daily life in our modern world, and through this often unexpected and very funny lens remind us that things could and ought to be better. His last short-story collection, Fly Already (2019), has been rewarded with the 2019 National Jewish Book Award. He also won in 2007 the Camera d'Or at Cannes for the film Jellyfish (2007). Adumbrating the strangeness of our shared existence in comical, Kafkaesque and heart-shattering sentences, Keret’s unforgettable stories stubbornly make us see that things should be otherwise and in spite of historical and political roadblocks can become better. /////////////// Follow us: TWITTER - @ulibaer / @corklinedRoom INSTAGRAM - @ulinyc / @carolineweber2020 (PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE PODCAST) - @proust.questionnaire ETGAR KERET - @etgar_keret //////////////// Listen to the Podcast on: APPLE PODCASTS - Proust Questionnaire Podcast SPOTIFY - Proust Questionnaire Podcast YOUTUBE: Ulrich Baer  //////////////// Thanks for listening! :) Uli Baer & Caroline Weber.

Etgar Keret and Paul Holdengräber discuss Jewish identity and the cathartic role of humor in both personal and public life. Born in Ramat Gan in 1967, Etgar Keret is a leading voice in Israeli literature and cinema. Keret's books were published in more than 46 languages. His writing has been published in The New York Times, Le Monde, The New Yorker, The Guardian, The Paris Review and Zoetrope.  Keret resides in Tel Aviv and lectures at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev as a Full professor. Over 100 short movies have been based on his stories, as well as feature films.He has received the Book Publishers Association's Platinum Prize several times, the St Petersburg Public Library's Foreign Favorite Award (2010) and the Newman Prize (2012). In 2010, Keret was honored in France with the decoration of Chevalier de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres. In 2007, Keret and Shira Geffen won the Cannes Film Festival's "Camera d'Or" Award for their movie Jellyfish, and Best Director Award of the French Artists and Writers' Guild. The two also co-wrote and directed "The Middleman" (2019), a French mini-series for ARTE. The series won the best screenplay award at La Rochelle fiction TV festival in France. Keret was the winner of the 2016 Charles Bronfman Prize. His latest collection, "Fly Already" won the most prestigious literary award in Israel- the Sapir prize (2018) as well as the National Jewish Book Award of the Jewish Book Council.  Footnotes Etgar Keret Short Story Flash Fiction: Director's Cut

A nyári foci dömping körkép a topligák karantén-nyerteseiről és veszteseiről, valamint az outsider BL győztesről. Aki beszélt: Tivadar, Rudi, Geri A felvétel időpontja: 2020.07.04.

durée : 00:28:46 - La Grande table culture - par : Olivia Gesbert - Lui qui, avant la crise du Covid-19, disait ne pas comprendre le monde qui l'entoure semblait comme un poisson dans l'eau en confinement. Etgar Keret, co-scénariste de la série Arte "L'agent immobilier" et auteur du recueil "Incident au fond de la galaxie" (Editions de l'Olivier), est notre invité. - réalisation : Benjamin Hû - invités : Etgar Keret

durée : 00:28:46 - La Grande table culture - par : Olivia Gesbert - Lui qui, avant la crise du Covid-19, disait ne pas comprendre le monde qui l'entoure semblait comme un poisson dans l'eau en confinement. Etgar Keret, co-scénariste de la série Arte "L'agent immobilier" et auteur du recueil "Incident au fond de la galaxie" (Editions de l'Olivier), est notre invité. - réalisation : Benjamin Hû - invités : Etgar Keret

Nicolas Carreau, Diane Shenouda et Mathieu Charrier évoquent leurs coups de cœur dans un tour de table culturel. 

Az olimpiai selejtezőre készül a női válogatott, de az egyik legjobb formában lévő kapusunk nincs ott a keretben.

Az olimpiai selejtezőre készül a női válogatott, de az egyik legjobb formában lévő kapusunk nincs ott a keretben.

Una serie, cuatro episodios y un encuentro con KeretLa Cinemateca de Bogotá proyecta «El agente inmobiliario» una serie dirigida por el escritor israelí Etgar Keret, quien nos visita en Bogotá para conversar con María Urbanczyk, periodista y docente de la Universidad Javeriana. Entrada Libre.Cinemateca de Bogotá, Carrera 3 n.° 19-10Sábado 1 de febrero de 2020 - Sala 25:00 p. m. Proyección de los Episodios 1 y 2Martes 4 de febrero de 2020 - Sala 37:00 p m . Proyección de los Episodios 3 y 4 ¡Con presencia de Keret!___Más información: #SigloLoTiene #PasaLaVoz #KeretEnBogota http://bit.ly/keret-bogotaEditorial Sexto Piso - Libros de Etgar Keret http://bit.ly/keret-libros-she

Günümüz dünya edebiyatının özgün sesi, İsrailli yazar Etgar Keret, Furkan ve Ahmet Melih'in anlatımıyla bu bölümün konuğu. Öykümüz, dünya öyküsü, insan ilişkileri, dünya siyaseti, psikoloji ve daha pek çoğu. Kısaca Keret öyküsü. Bölüme ait tüm detaylar; kedilerkrallarabakabilir.com adresinde.

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Etgar Keret is an Israeli writer of fiction, non-fiction, television and film whose work has appeared in The New York Times, Le Monde, The New Yorker, The Guardian, The Paris Review and Zoetrope, among others, and over 40 short movies have been based on his stories, one of which won the American MTV Prize. His feature film Wristcutters also won several international awards.  His short story collection Fly Already won the Sapir Prize for Literature in Israel.  Some of his other titles include The Seven Good Years, Suddenly, a Knock on the Door, Four Stories, and A Girl on the Fridge.  Keret's books have been published in 42 languages in 45 countries. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

ETGAR KERET is an Israeli writer known for his short stories, graphic novels, and scriptwriting for film and television. His books had been published in more than thirty languages. Keret has received the Prime Minister’s award for literature, as well as the Ministry of Culture’s Cinema Prize. In 2010, Keret received the Chevalier (Knight) Medallion of France’s Ordre des Arts et des Lettres.

“A conversation is like a tunnel dug under the prison floor that you—patiently and painstakingly—scoop out with a spoon. It has one purpose: to get you away from where you are right now.” That is from the very, very weird tale Car Concentrate from Israeli writer Etgar Keret’s wonderful new collection of short stories called FLY ALREADY. It’s not a bad description of the situation most of Keret’s characters find themselves in—wriggling like butterflies stuck on the pins of their own minds or circumstances, trying by any means necessary to get free. It’s maybe not too much even to say that this is the human condition as Keret sees it and the reason he writes stories—to open up magical escape hatches in the midst of suffocating realities like divorce or religious hatred. His stories are strange, beautiful, funny, and poignant—somehow emotionally connected even though they’re full of people who struggle to make sense to (and of) one another. Like all great art, they defy description, so ignore everything I’ve just said and go read them…but first, stick around for a bit to see what kind of escape tunnel this conversation might turn into.  Surprise conversation starters in this episode: Michio Kaku on uploading your consciousness and traveling to other planets Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Yesterday something wonderful happened—Etgar Keret’s newest short story collection, Fly Already, appeared in the world, in English, translated by a ridiculously talented cast of translators. This collection contains all the charm, the absurdities, the intelligence and surreal sense of Keret’s previous collections, but this time, most of the stories are somewhat longer. Today, Marcela reads the shortest piece in the book, and the final story, Evolution of a Breakup. Text: Fly Already, by Etgar Keret, translated by Sondra Silverston, et. al. Riverhead Books, Sept. 2019.

Etgar Keret joins Deborah Treisman to read and discuss "You Are Now Entering the Human Heart," by Janet Frame, from a 1969 issue of the magazine. Keret has published several short-story collections, including "The Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God," "The Girl on the Fridge," "Suddenly, a Knock on the Door," and "Fly Already." His memoir, "The Seven Good Years," was published in 2015.

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Get ready for things to get a bit weird. On this week’s episode, Shannon and Jordana talk with one of Israel’s most famous authors, Etgar Keret. Etgar, whose new collection, Fly Already, will be published in the U.S. in September, is best known for his short absurdist short stories. Then Shannon and Jordana call Gram who lectures on the dangers of letting kids drink alcohol. Got a story to share? Email us at callyourmother@kveller.com. We’re waiting to hear from you. Or leave us a voicemail at 908-248-4273. Music "Voicemail" by Khronos Beats "Study Session No Melody" by MellowSTU "Sultry Glance" by Perfect Solution Music "Funky and Groovy" by Unique Sound "Best I Can" by Jasmine Jordan ft. Habit Blcx

Etgar Keret (1967-..) İsrailli bir öykü, çizgi roman ve senaryo yazarı. Nimrod Çıldırışları, Tanrı Olmak İsteyen Otobüs Şoförü ve Samir El Youssef ile ortak çalışması Gazze Blues Avi Pardo çevirisiyle Türkçe'ye kazandırılmış kitapları arasında. Çağdaş edebiyatın yaratıcı yazarlarından biri olan Keret, ironik öyküler yazıp takıntılı ve tuhaf karakterlere yer verir. "Hayatı yazdığım gibi yaşasaydım sanırım yazmama gerek de olmazdı." diyen yazarın kitaba de ismini veren öyküsünü Avi Pardo çevirisiyle dinliyoruz. Yazarla yapılan bir söyleşiyi dinlemek için şu linke bakabilirsiniz: https://soundcloud.com/merkezkumanda/yazarin-sesi-etgar-keret

Csúcsforgalom van a kézilabdás sztrádán: női BL, férfi BL, EHF Kupa és hamarosan jön az Európa-bajnokság is.Szűkített Eb-keret már van, arról is beszélgetett a Kézivezérlésben Borsos Attila és Ágai Kis András.

Mariano visszatért, és a csapat is jól kezdte a spanyol pontvadászatot, így reménytelien várjuk a folytatást. Az Atletico elleni szuperkupa-vereség rámutatott a javítandó hibákra, a keret minősége és az új játékrendszer pedig tökéletes arra, hogy hozzuk a meccseket, amik tavaly nem sikerültek.

Hey everyone! Apologies for the delay in getting this episode out to you! Life caught up with us a bit in May. Anyway, join us for our review of the 2008 Australian stop motion animated film, $9.99. Residents of a Sydney apartment complex try to find the meaning of life: for some it's drinking their milk to earn an allowance, for others it's shaving off all of their body hair for their partner. (Yes, it's just as bizarre as it sounds.) Thanks for listening and hope you like this one! Robbie Twitter: @lobster_writer Tracy Twitter: @tctrauscht ---- Intro Music: "Don't Hold My Breath", Ben Briggs https://ocremix.org/remix/OCR02621 Outro Music: "Wet Dreams", Phonetic Hero https://ocremix.org/remix/OCR02621

The basic details of the Israelite conquest of Jericho are well known. The renewal of the covenant at Shechem, the miraculous crossing of the Jordan with the Ark of the Covenant, Joshua’s encounter with the supernatural commander of the Lord’s host, the sending of the spies to the city and their reception by Rahab, the […]

Size matters. Or so, at least, we've been told from the moment we were born: the tallest guy gets the glory on the basketball courts at school; The longest thesis at the university class stands for the quality of research and work that was put into it; A filmmaker can make 50 short films but he'll never make it if he hasn't made a Feature. And then there's literature: Ulysses, War and Peace, and even the Lord of the Rings trilogy - all stand for the concept of size as a quality stamp. Etgar Keret's career, however, has been proving just the opposite. For 30 years Keret has been focusing mainly on short stories, and it's safe to say that his technique and unique style has contributed a lot to the reshaping of short storytelling as an art form. Keret's one of the most translated Israeli writers. His books have been translated to 37 languages. His short stories were adapted to international productions, like “Wristcutters” or the stop animation film 9.99$. Keret has published 13 books, including short stories books, comics, graphic novels, and even children's books. He won many awards, among which the Knight Medallion for Literature in France. His debut feature film, that he co-created with his wife Shira Geffen, was awarded the Golden Camera in the Cannes film festival. And now a new documentary film about him is being released. Today 2NJB are deeply honored to host Etgar Keret.

This past Shabbat was also Yom Kippur, which is the writer Etgar Keret’s favorite holiday. This week, host Marcela Sulak reads his piece, “Swede Dreams,” originally published in The Tablet, and which you can find in his memoir, “The Seven Good Years,” translated by Sondra Sondra Silverston. It is about Keret’s 2009 visit to Sweden, just before Yom Kippur. Here is an excerpt: The Swedes listened and were fascinated. The thought of a day on which no motorized vehicles drive through the cities, people walk around without their wallets and all the stores are closed, a day on which there are no TV broadcasts or even updates on websites–all sounded to them like an innovative Naomi Klein concept and not like an ancient Jewish holiday. Text: Etgar Keret, “Swede Dreams,” in “The Seven Good Years: A Memoir.” Translated by Sondra Silverston, Miriam Shlesinger, Jessica Cohen, and Anthony Berris. New York: Riverhead Books, 2015.

Hailed as one of Israel's most innovative and extraordinary writers, Etgar Keret is internationally acclaimed for his short stories. Keret has written short stories, graphic novels, and scripts for television and film. He has made the short story into a literary gem that reflects the surge of interest in the short story in Israel and in Modern Hebrew since the 1990s. Series: "Taubman Symposia in Jewish Studies" [Humanities] [Show ID: 32455]

Hailed as one of Israel's most innovative and extraordinary writers, Etgar Keret is internationally acclaimed for his short stories. Keret has written short stories, graphic novels, and scripts for television and film. He has made the short story into a literary gem that reflects the surge of interest in the short story in Israel and in Modern Hebrew since the 1990s. Series: "Taubman Symposia in Jewish Studies" [Humanities] [Show ID: 32455]

Renowned for his absurdist short stories, Etgar Keret is one of Israel's literary titans and an award-winning filmmaker to boot. Holding a conversation with him surely requires a sharp brain and nerves of steel. That's where Ayelet Waldman comes in. The outspoken Berkeley author and activist will speak with Keret on the Marin JCC stage about "dark and surreal" themes in his work.

Etgar Keret reads his story from the May 15, 2017, issue of the magazine. (“Fly Already" was translated, from the Hebrew, by Sondra Silverston.) Keret is the author of the memoir “The Seven Good Years,” which was published in 2015.  His story collection “Suddenly, a Knock on the Door,” came out in 2012.

Noam-Morgensztern-de-la-Comédie-Française (nom contractuel), rejoint la troupe de Molière en 2013. Après plusieurs années à endosser des rôles inventés par d'autres, Noam propose aujourd'hui un seul-en-scène dans le cadre du festival Singulis et adapte, met en scène et interprète des nouvelles de l'écrivain Etgar Keret. Au Pays des Mensonges est un spectacle à la première personne qui plonge sans retenue dans un quotidien à la recherche d'un fonctionnement logique malgré l'absurdité de l'existence. Culture Alt est parti à la rencontre de ce comédien bourré de talent - objectivité fraternelle incluse. Plus d'info sur www.culturealt.com

Whether evoking the tragicomic and surreal for which his short stories first gained acclaim, or awakening the keen love of family in 2015’s The Seven Good Years, Etgar Keret mines the human experience for all of its farce and dignity. The Israeli author recently came by the Library’s Stephen A. Schwarzman Building to speak with Paul Holdengräber, the director of LIVE from the NYPL. The conversation began on Keret’s lost luggage and the two unexpected donations, of a coat and boxer shorts, that followed. From there it turned one strange corner after the next, from Kafka to drug dealers, technophobia, bedtime stories with drunks and prostitutes, and Keret’s anxieties about the ethics of writing fiction.

Etgar Keret reads his story “To the Moon and Back,” from the October 3, 2016, issue of the magazine. The story was translated, from the Hebrew, by Sondra Silverston. Keret is the author, most recently, of the memoir “The Seven Good Years,” which was pubished in 2015. His story collection, “Suddenly a Knock on the Door,” came out in 2012. He’s been publishing fiction in The New Yorker since 2012.

Apu azért iszik, mert te sírsz! - Puzsér Róbert, Farkas Attila Márton

Israeli buses regularly make international headlines, be it for suicide bombings, fights over gender segregation or clashes concerning Shabbat schedules. On today’s episode of Israel Story, we delve into the world of lesser known bus-related conflicts. In Act I, “The White Elephant,” Yochai Maital walks us through the history of Tel Aviv’s ‘New’ Central Bus Station — a derelict eight-story behemoth and modern day Tower of Babel — which mirrors much of modern Israeli history, with its grand vision and messy implementation. Act II, “The Bus Driver Who Wanted To Be God,” is adapted from Etgar Keret’s short story collection of the same name, and performed by Keret himself. In it, we meet—yes—a bus driver whose deeply held belief in equity and fairness flies right smack in the face of Eddie, an assistant cook who has a problem getting places on time. Stay connected with us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and by signing up for our newsletter at israelstory.org/newsletter/. For more, head to our site or Tablet Magazine.

Israeli author Etgar Keret has been described by Clive James as 'one of the most important writers alive', by Salman Rushdie as 'A brilliant writer ...The voice of the next generation' and by the New York Times as 'A genius.' Keret is mainly celebrated for his short – often very short – stories, but he has also written graphic novels, and screenplays for film and television. Etgar Keret joined us at the shop to read from and talk about his latest book The Seven Good Years (Granta), a darkly absurd memoir of the author's recent past that ruminates on everything from his three-year-old son's impending military service to the terrorist mindset behind 'Angry Birds', and whose anti-hero is a dogged telemarketer who seems likely to pursue Keret to, and possibly beyond, the grave. He was in conversation with the novelist Naomi Alderman, whose most recent novel The Liars' Gospel is published by Penguin. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

In our second installment, host Marcela Sulak reads an essay from Etgar Keret's memoir, The Seven Good Years, called "Bombs Away." We hear how Keret and his wife Shira Gefen cope after receiving "inside" reports about an imminent Iranian nuclear attack on Israel. "Gradually my wife also began to realize the advantages of our shabby existence. After she found a not-exactly-reliable news site warning that Iran might already have nuclear weapons, she decided it was time to stop washing dishes. “There’s nothing more frustrating than getting nuked while you’re putting the soap in the dishwasher,” she explained. “From now on, we only wash the dishes on an immediate-need basis.”" Hear how this attitude escalates in much the same way as the panic surrounding the Iranian nukes. Listen to Part I of our dip into Keret's memoir, in which Marcela reads the opening essay - Keret's son is born on the day of a terror attack.   Text:The Seven Good Years. Translated by Sondra Silverston, Miriam Shlesinger, Jessica Cohen, and Anthony Berris. New York: Riverhead Books, 2015. Further reading:Suddenly, a Knock on the DoorThe Girl on the FridgeMissing KissingerThe Nimrod FlipoutThe Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God & Other Stories   Music:Eran Tzur - Bachutz (lyrics by Etgar Keret)Shlomi Shaban and Etgar Keret perform at Tel Aviv's Pecha Kucha festival

Host Marcela Sulak reads the opening essay from Etgar Keret's memoir The Seven Good Years, about the seven years between the birth of his son and the death of his father. Marcela also explains why, although Keret is Israeli, the book was never published in Hebrew nor released in Israel. As Keret waits in the hospital for his wife to give birth, he's surrounded by the victims of a terrorist attack that has just occurred, and is pestered by a journalist looking for an "original" reaction to the mass murder. "Six hours later, a midget with a cable hanging from his belly button comes popping out of my wife’s vagina and immediately starts to cry. I try to calm him down, to convince him that there’s nothing to worry about. That by the time he grows up, everything here in the Middle East will be settled: peace will come, there won’t be any more terrorist attacks, and even if once in a blue moon there is one, there will always be someone original, someone with a little vision, around to describe it perfectly." The podcast features songs written by Keret, performed by the band Mouth and Foot. Tune in next week for "Part II," in which Marcela reads another extract from the memoir - this time about the Keret household's reaction to the threat of an Iranian nuke.   Text:The Seven Good Years. Translated by Sondra Silverston, Miriam Shlesinger, Jessica Cohen, and Anthony Berris. New York: Riverhead Books, 2015. Further reading:Suddenly, a Knock on the DoorThe Girl on the FridgeMissing KissingerThe Nimrod FlipoutThe Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God & Other Stories   Music:Hape Vehatlapayim (Mouth and Foot) - AnonimiEviatar Banai - Hamon Anashim

Benjamin Percy and Etgar Keret read from and discuss their work. They are introduced by Jonathan Wilson, Director of the Center for the Humanities at Tufts University. The event took place on November 11, 2014 Benjamin Percy is the author of a novel, The Wilding (Graywolf Press, 2010), winner of the Society of Midland Authors Award for Fiction; and two books of stories, Refresh, Refresh (Graywolf, 2007) and The Language of Elk (Carnegie Mellon, 2006). His second novel, a psychological thriller entitled Red Moon, was published in 2013 (Hachette). His fiction and nonfiction have been read on National Public Radio, performed at Symphony Space, and published by Esquire, where he is a regular contributor, Men's Journal, Outside, the Paris Review, Tin House, Chicago Tribune, Orion, GQ, Men's Health, The Wall Street Journal, Ploughshares, Glimmer Train, and many other magazines and journals. His honors include a National Endowment for the Arts, a Whiting Award, the Plimpton Prize, a Pushcart Prize, and inclusion in Best American Short Stories. His story "Refresh, Refresh" was adapted into a screenplay by filmmaker James Ponsoldt and a graphic novel (First Second Books, 2009) by Eisner-nominated artist Danica Novgorodoff. He teaches in the MFA program in creative writing and environment at Iowa State University. Hailed as the voice of young Israel and one of its most radical and extraordinary writers, Etgar Keret is internationally acclaimed for his short stories. Born in Tel Aviv in 1967 to an extremely diverse family, his brother heads an Israeli group that lobbies for the legalization of marijuana, and his sister is an orthodox Jew and the mother of ten children. Keret regards his family as a microcosm of Israel. His book, The Nimrod Flip-Out, (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2006), is a collection of 32 short stories that captures the craziness of life in Israel today. Rarely extending beyond three or four pages, these stories fuse the banal with the surreal. Shot through with a dark, tragicomic sensibility and casual, comic-strip violence, he offers a window on a surreal world that is at once funny and sad. His most recent book, Suddenly a Knock on the Door (2010), became an instant #1 bestseller in Israel and came out in the US in 2012.

Hoy gracias al apoyo de Alfaguara infantil y Juvenil tenemos el privilegio de platicar de un cuento de un distinguido escritor israelí, Etgar Keret no sólo escribe para el adulto y al joven sino también a los niños en una bonita fábula en la que nos platica la importancia de poder conocer los gustos de los hijos, que ellos requieren ser comprendidos como les gustaría ser comprendidos, no como quisieran sus padres

En novellförfattare från Israel, Etgar Keret, en journalist från Ryssland, Masha Gessen - och författaren till bästsäljaren Vilda Svanar Jung Chang, som bor i London och skriver om kvinnorna i den kinesiska historien. I veckans Lundströms Bokradio bjuder vi in tre författargiganter från olika håll i världen. Finns det något som förenar dom? Det söker vi svaret på tillsammans med Majgull Axelsson, aktuell med boken ”Jag heter inte Miriam”. En berättelse om hur man inte ens i en svensk småstad kommer undan konsekvenserna av världens krig och vidrigheter. Boken tar avstamp i romernas situation i Tyskland under andra världskriget och följer en kvinnas väg från hennes liv i tyska koncentrationsläger till ett bullfikande, på ytan fredligt Nässjö. En historia om en hemlighet. Hur länge håller det att leva med en djup lögn? Programledare: Marie Lundström Producent: Lisa Bergström

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Etgar Keret is the guest.  He's the author of several books, the most recent of which is called Suddenly, a Knock on the Door, now available from Farrar, Straus, & Giroux. Jonathan Safran Foer calls it Keret’s greatest book yet—the ... Continue reading → Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Etgar Keret is an Israeli writer known for his short stories, graphic novels, and scriptwriting for film and television. His first work, a collection of short stories, was largely ignored when it was published in 1992. His second book, Missing Kissinger, a collection of fifty very short stories, was a hit. The story "Siren", which deals with paradoxes in modern Israeli society, is included in the curriculum for the Israeli matriculation exam in literature. Keret has co-authored several comic books, written a children's book (Dad Runs Away with the Circus) and served as a writer for the popular TV show The Cameri Quintet . He and his wife Shira directed the 2007 film Jellyfish, based on a story written by Shira. This is what we talked about when we met earlier this year in Ottawa. Please listen here:

Movie Meltdown - Episode 111 This week's Sofa Theater feature is Tatia Rosenthal's animated film "$9.99". What kind of movie works in cookies, a pet piggy bank, smoking a stick of gum, talking bean bag chairs, missing mothers, naked clay-animation people, physical manifestations of the voices in your head, shaving all your hair off, a magician, swimming like a dolphin and an angel...all in the name of discovering the meaning of life? The answer is, an unusual and visually impressive project called "$9.99". Plus we discuss Red, Cloak and Dagger, Commando and Final Fantasy 12. Spoiler Alert: Most of this can't be discussed without spoiling the majority of this plot. So go watch the movie before listening. “If there are angels, I don’t want them to be like that.”