Unpublished In Tel-Aviv

Monthly Archives: October 2012


Knocking shit down…

Over here, a lot of walls get put up; not a lot get pulled down. In the country, that is. In our apartment, it’s the opposite. Just this morning, this disaster zone was my study. Now it’s a hole, and…

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Because Trees Get Chilly Too…

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Busted!

Free babysitters in Tel-Aviv are like virgins in a Harem: if they do exist, they’re gone before you know it. So it was in desperation that, when Wife and I realised we hadn’t been out alone in a very, very…

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Camel, meet straw…

Look long, look hard people: this is what rejection looks like. £6.87 in pre-paid postage, and they photocopy the same letter so cheaply even the signature is smudged. To top it off, I’m reduced to the generic Writer. Dear Writer , but last time I checked…

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Goodbye old friend.

Sufi died today. She had been struggling with illness for many months, with adversity for over a year. I have been writing this post for a long time in my head, and yet now that I have to sit down…

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Do we got a deal?

Walking Young Dog in our area, I got flashed by a vehicle coming up behind. Being the courteous resident that I am, I pulled aside to let him past (Kerem Hataymanim doesn’t really have pavements) but as he came alongside, he rolled…

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Unpublished Author goes to a wedding (Oi Gevalt)

Never invite an unpublished author to your wedding. We’re not particularly good at moderation generally; moderation with alcohol specifically. Therefore, an open bar – an integral and inseparable part of all good weddings – is a nightmare in waiting. Initially socially awkward,…

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No.

Milan wedding. No. 6am flight. No. 3am wakeup. No. Creepy old man alone in the park. No. Transsexual hooker with her John. No. Topless jogger not jogging. No. Gang of fifteen year olds getting drunk in the road. No. Two…

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Unpublished Author meets Published Author…

Hilarity ensues. Not. No, we mostly talked about writing. Why he is (frequently) published, and why I’m not. The general advice, the same as it ever was: persevere. Oh, joy! Just let me adjust the hose between exhaust and window……

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STFU!

Unpublished authors work at home. It’s just what we do. But home in Tel-Aviv is usually a tiny apartment, a third of which is occupied by a ‘mamad’ or safe-room (more on that in another post), surrounded by a city…

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