City of Many Days

Shulamit Hareven

1972

The long-suffering city took in people with the strangest ideas, philosophers, freaks, madmen, each with his own nutty flavor, who vanished as suddenly as they appeared. Sometimes Jerusalem seemed to be built as much out of obsessions as of stone.

The streets of the city teemed with inventors, mad geniuses, incorrigible buttonholers, writers of…

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Shulamit Hareven

1930–2003

Poet, novelist, journalist, translator, and writer for children, Shulamit Hareven was born in Warsaw and immigrated with her parents to Palestine in 1940, settling in Jerusalem. She served in the Haganah and was a medic during the siege of Jerusalem in 1948. Hareven was a founder of the Israel Defense Forces radio broadcasts and a war correspondent during the War of Attrition (1968–1972) and the Yom Kippur War (1973). She reported on social, cultural, and political events and was an active supporter of the Peace Now movement. As a writer, Hareven is best known for her family saga, City of Many Days, and for her novellas on biblical themes.

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