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In a fitted t-shirt and floral boxers, Philippe flips crepes single handedly.

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As batter hits butter, hissing sounds sing. Odors of breakfast drift down the hall, toward the galley kitchen. When I awaken to an empty bed, I follow my nose. Philippe fits every box on my imaginary list:Ī far cry from the men of late: one Catholic Parisian whom Sib refused to acknowledge, one Russian married man who my parents refused to discuss, one once-upon-a-time college friend who refused to commit.īurrowed in Philippe’s biceps, I try to block out the conjunctions: if he wasn’t Sabbath observant, and he wasn’t enrapt with his new homeland, but he is.

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Tu comprends?ĭo I understand that he changed his lifestyle for a country? Absolutely not.Īll weekend, I study this man, admiring how his pointy nose dominates an angular face, his olive skin glistens with oily patches, and his feet have white lines underneath his sandal straps.Īll weekend, he reaches for me, amorous and solicitous of my attention.Įver since we met at a Shabbat retreat for Francophones 144 hours earlier, I haven’t stopped thinking about him, convinced my secular mother will tell me it was beshert-Yiddish for destiny-after enrolling me in a pilot French program when I was six.

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We each have one sibling mine immigrated to Jerusalem, my temporary home base, immediately after college a few years earlier.Īnd since aliya comes from the verb la’a lot, which means to go up, I went up in my Jewish observance. Plus, my brother plans to make aliya too. Israeli chutzpah, Haifa, the Mediterranean, beach, bodysurfing, falafel, spicy food. No, wait, I want to know w hy you’re here, I say, running my fingers through his silky chestnut hair. He already knows that I’m here, in Israel, despite the First Intifada or Palestinian uprising, between a job in France and graduate school in New York, to immerse in Hebrew as well as to spend time with my only sibling and extended family, and that I miss my open-minded, California-born parents in the San Francisco Bay Area, but he has no idea that I made a Jackson Pollock mess of my love life the past two years and promised my mother that I wouldn’t fall in love and stay. My tendency to share too much too soon makes me hesitate. Tell me everything, he says, adorning me with butterfly light kisses. I scan his room-no posters, no mirror, no nightstand-so boyish and beautiful, especially his bed. In ‘Places We Left Behind’, Jennifer puts her marriage under a microscope, examining commitment and compromise, faith and family while moving between prose and poetry, playing with language and form, daring the reader to read between the lines.Īfter making love in his mismatched sheets, Philippe and I tally how many times we’ve each been to Israel. For the next 20 years, they root and uproot their growing family, each longing for a singular place to call home. Despite their opposing outlooks on two fundamental issues-country and religion-they are determined to make it work. Both 23, both Jewish, they lead very different lives: she’s a secular tourist, he’s an observant immigrant. When American-born Jennifer falls in love with French-born Philippe during the First Intifada in Israel, she understands their relationship isn’t perfect. It has been described as a book “for anyone who has ever loved deeply and been willing to take risks for the sake of love,” by Rachel Barenbaum, author of ‘Atomic Anna‘. The following is an excerpt from Jennifer Lang’s ‘Places We Left Behind’, out September 5, 2023.









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