The known seeds of my own story were sown more than a hundred years ago in Old Russia.  Then, verst by verst, from four different directions (see photos below: paternal great grandfather, paternal great grandmother) these seeds blew from east to west. A verst is a Russian measure of distance – Russian Verstá. Slavic “virsta” – literally, to turn, to bend. Verst by verst, my novel NOT NOT A JEW also travels east to west. Its central character is a post-war baby boomer. His parents have survived European history, and he, in middle age, dislocated, adrift, inept, struggles to (as Ahron Appelfeld, the Israeli writer describes it) “survive the survival.”IMG_0375