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And the Bride Closed the Door

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A young bride shuts herself up in a bedroom on her wedding day, refusing to get married. In this moving and humorous look at contemporary Israel and the chaotic ups and downs of love everywhere, her family gathers outside the locked door, not knowing what to do. The bride’s mother has lost a younger daughter in unclear circumstances. Her grandmother is hard of hearing, yet seems to understand her better than anyone. A male cousin who likes to wear women’s clothes and jewelry clings to his grandmother like a little boy. The family tries an array of unusual tactics to ensure the wedding goes ahead, including a psychologist specializing in brides who change their mind and a ladder truck from the Palestinian Authority electrical company. The only communication they receive from behind the door are scribbled notes, one of them a cryptic poem about a prodigal daughter returning home. The harder they try to reach the defiant woman, the more the despairing groom is convinced her refusal should be respected. But what, exactly, ought to be respected? Is this merely a case of cold feet? A feminist statement? A mourning ritual for a lost sister? This provocative and highly entertaining novel lingers long after its final track.

©2019 the Estate of Ronit Matalon. Translation © 2019 by Jessica Cohen (P)2019 Blackstone Publishing

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  • Joan Zak
  • 21/05/2020

Not at all funny

This was a horribly depressing book. The only admirable character was the Palestinian helper who was punished for his actions. Having an Indian accent narrating and mispronouncing coif was distraction. For a short book, it seemed endless.