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I’ve finally had time to catch my breath and begin posting the Chapter Companions promised at the end of my book, Fast Times in Palestine. They’ll contain most of the text left out of the newer version (most of which can also be read here) plus links to other relevant stories, articles, and photos.

Visit my Footnotes page to find links to all articles cited in the book. I’ve saved a copy of each article, so if a link is ever broken, please let me know (pamolson @ gmail) and I’ll post it online and link to it there.



Chapter One’s text isn’t much different in the final version that it was in the original, and you can read it here, with the following pictures to illustrate it:

The Sinai



From a trip I took to Dahab in 2005. I'm the one in the wetsuit, getting ready for a dive north of Dahab.

Mars-like Saudi mountains across the Gulf

Mars-like Saudi mountains across the Gulf


The Citadel at sunset

The Citadel at sunset

A sliver of an expansive sunset view of Amman from the Citadel

The same view with a bit more light

A small part of the expansive view from the Citadel

Wheeling pigeons (under the flag)

Wheeling pigeons (under the flag)

Night draws near

Night draws near

The Treasury at Petra

(For maps of the region, see my Maps page.)

But two (out of four) epigraphs (quotes at the beginnings of books) were left out of the new version. The first was:

    “There are people who prefer to say ‘Yes,’ and there are people who prefer to say ‘No.’ Those who say ‘Yes’ are rewarded by the adventures they have, and those who say ‘No’ are rewarded by the safety they attain.”

The most impactful class I took at Stanford was called Improvisation for Theater, taught by a visionary professor named Patricia Ryan Madson, author of Improv Wisdom: Don’t Prepare, Just Show Up. Through her and Johnstone’s wonderful book, I came to see that the tenets of Improv could be applied not just on stage but to life itself — because after all, what is life but one big improvisation?

This quotation in particular inspired me to say ‘Yes’ to a lot of strange offers after college — including the one to travel to Egypt instead of Greece or Italy as I had originally planned.

    “I am a man; nothing human is alien to me.”

      ~ Terence, Berber playwright of the Roman Republic

This one spoke deeply to me. If I had any pre-conceived ideas before landing in the Middle East, this was it (though at times it was sorely tested). In the end, the more I learn about the world and other cultures, the more truth I see in it. We are all one human race, with far more similarities than differences. And we truly have no idea what we might be capable of if were found ourselves thrust into certain situations.

This Orwell quotation was included in the new version, but it was cut down a bit. Here it is in full:

    “So much political capital has been made out of the Barcelona fighting that it is important to try and get a balanced view of it… Nearly all the newspaper accounts published at the time were manufactured by journalists at a distance, and were not only inaccurate in the facts but intentionally misleading. As usual, only one side of the question has been allowed to get to the wider public. Like everyone who was in Barcelona at the time, I saw only what was happening in my immediate neighborhood, but I saw and heard quite enough to be able to contradict many of the lies that have been circulated… It is… necessary to try and establish the truth, so far as it is possible. This squalid brawl in a distant city is more important than might appear at first.”

Chapter One was tricky to write because it required squeezing a very dramatic and life-changing year and a half into 13 short pages (so that we could get to the good stuff in the Middle East).

I had to leave out a lot of freshman-in-the-world philosophical musings, tortured self-reflection, a summer backpacking trip through Europe that I had no business taking (a rational person would have paid off her student loans instead), an affair with an Irish sailor that went horribly wrong, my summer at a crazy Russian summer camp, and nearly everything I experienced in the Middle East other than the times I had in Palestine.

It’s a brutal reality of writing a memoir. In the process of taking many wild events and finding the thread of meaning within them, a tremendous amount has to be left out. Otherwise you’ll end up with a two-thousand-page monster that no one will ever read.

I’ve compiled some of these “outtakes” into inexpensive eBooks, which you can browze on my Amazon Author Page (or check out below). But most of the stories can be read for free at the links above.


Siberian Travels:
My journey from Moscow to the Sea of Japan in December 2000

Camp Golden Shaft: Adventures in southern Russia and the Middle East in 2003

Camp Golden Shaft: Adventures in southern Russia and the Middle East in summer and fall 2003

Tribute for Ronan: A true story of love, death, and betrayal that landed me on the cover of an Irish tabloid

Tribute for Ronan: A true story of love, death, and betrayal that landed me on the cover of an Irish tabloid

The Fable of Megastan: If America had been Iraq for the past 30 years

The Fable of Megastan: If America had been Iraq for the past 30 years

The Brimming Void: Poetry (mostly inspired by California and the Middle East)

The Brimming Void: Poetry (mostly inspired by California and the Middle East)


Simple eBook Formatting for the Technophobic Author in case you’d like to format and publish your own eBook — with a little patience, anyone can do it

almond_tree_coverI’ll admit, I started reading this novel with a bit of trepidation. A Jewish-American woman writing a historical novel from the perspective of a young Palestinian man requires serious chutzpah, and the fact that she named the main character Ichmad (a Hebrew-sounding transliteration of Ahmed) made me wary.

But thankfully, what I found was an engaging novel with an impressive degree of empathy and authenticity. It reads like a combination of Mornings in Jenin and The Kite Runner. As such, it has the potential to reach broad audiences with a powerful message of Palestinian humanity that’s sadly missing from the popular consciousness.

(And the choice to use ‘Ichmad’ actually comes from the author’s interpretation of a rural Palestinian accent, which later serves to distinguish him from a city-boy roommate.)

The story begins with an idyllic/tragic scene that sets the tone for the rest of the novel: a young girl, Ichmad’s sister, goes out chasing butterflies, not understanding that the field nearby is studded with Israeli landmines. Her family rushes out to try to save her, but they are too late. They watch her mischievous smile evaporate before their eyes.

In an earlier version, the book began with a scene of Ichmad helping another man hide weapons for the Palestinian resistance. But the author realized this would make no sense without explaining what had come before. By opening the book with Ichmad’s loss of innocence, the events that follow become more understandable.

According to interviews with the author (who spent seven years in Israel and was horrified as she began learning the truth about the Palestinian situation), the seed for the idea of the book began with a friend she met at Harvard, a Palestinian with an Israeli PhD advisor whose father spent many years in prison. Despite the harshness of his childhood (he was forced early into being the breadwinner because of his father’s imprisonment), he showed an aptitude for math and science that allowed him to attend Israeli and later American universities. Ichmad’s life follows this basic narrative, though it’s set a couple of decades earlier.

She acknowledges this is a rare occurrence, and the question of how Ichmad’s success causes him to become out of touch with his fellow Palestinians is sensitively addressed. The book does not take a fantasist approach that the conflict will be easy to solve if we can just hold hands and sing kumbaya. Still, it shows what’s possible when love of science (or humanity, music, or anything else) transcends love of your own particular ethnically-based privilege. Minds can open, and old wounds can begin to heal. (One is invited to imagine how much more so once some measure of justice is finally done.)

Israelis are not demonized in the book, and this is critical both because it rings authentic (Israelis, after all, are not demons but human beings in a particular human context) and because it allows the possibility of reaching genuinely broad audiences, including Jewish Israelis and Jewish and Christian Zionists.

It may be sad and unfortunate, but it’s true: Often it takes a white/Christian/Jewish or otherwise privileged writer to reach a privileged audience that is otherwise quite fine with the status quo. Palestinian voices tell beautiful and evocative stories. But they often allude to historical events, cultural touchstones, and political realities that are meaningless to the average American.

Like Uncle Tom’s Cabin or Cry, the Beloved Country, The Almond Tree is a kind of “hybrid” or “gateway” book that tells a Palestinian story but with Western sensibilities in mind. None of these books is perfect, nor can they ever be perfectly authentic. But they can hopefully do their job—both to educate ignorant societies about otherwise very foreign subjects, and to inspire them to read and understand accounts by the victims of oppression themselves.

The human mind is, after all, wired to respond more to narratives than to facts, and there must be something in a narrative that we can grasp onto in order to be able to integrate it into our own view of the world.

Nearly all the facts have been on “our” side (the side of justice and peace for all) for decades. It’s about time the narrative became so as well—that the Palestinians had for themselves something akin to the novel Exodus (though not as mendacious) that could capture the imagination of middle Americans.

The book is epic in scope, beginning shortly after 1948 when Ichmad’s Palestinian family finds themselves becoming “Arab-Israelis” with no rights to their own land, and continuing almost to the present day.

I do wish it included a map that showed where the family’s village, its confiscated land, and the nearby Israeli towns and moshavs were located, and maybe a small author’s note explaining what it meant to become an “Arab-Israeli” under strict military rule up until 1966. I feel it would situate the reader in space and political context better. But the basic human realities shine through.

There is no shortage of tragedies along the way, and readers with weak stomachs may have to put the book down occasionally before continuing on. But there are also moments of pure joy and humor and beauty, of taking stock and realizing that despite what has been lost, so much does still exist, with so much potential.

As the book says: “You cannot go back and make a new start, but you can start now and make a new ending.”

You can learn more about the book on its website and Amazon page.

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Books I Love

A Doctor in Galilee,
by Dr. Hatim Kanaaneh

The Hour of Sunlight, by Sami al Jundi and Jen Marlowe

The Goldstone Report, edited by Adam Horowitz, Lizzy Ratner, and Philip Weiss

Mornings in Jenin, by Susan Abulhawa

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappe

Zabelle, by Nancy Kricorian

Cosmos, by Carl Sagan

Impro, by Keith Johnstone

Improv Wisdom,
by Patricia Ryan Madson

Walden and Civil Disobedience, by Henry David Thoreau

To Kill a Mockingbird,
50th Anniversary Edition,
by Harper Lee