How can you love a person so much whose views express everything you hate about the Zionist left? How can you love a sworn Zionist so filled with a piercing faith in the justice of Zionism?
How can you love such an incorrigible optimist? How can you love the country’s loveliest face, a country whose image has been twisted into an illusion? How can you love such a polished person whose every spoken sentence sounds like it came from his last book? How could Amos Oz have been so beloved; how could he not have been so beloved?