"Mr. Yehoshua, Israel’s most distinguished living novelist, is a dove. But he is one who, like his fellow writers Amos Oz and David Grossman, joins love for the unique qualities of his people with despair over their failure to make room politically and economically — but above all imaginatively — for the Arabs among them." Make room? Make room for the original inhabitants? Excuse me? And then the NYT calls on the Novel Committee: "the Nobel-keepers would notice him if they still noticed Israelis." (thansk David)