91快播

A Vision by Etgar Keret, MFA Director

When I was about eight years old, my mom took me to the pediatrician. A boy and his mother were sitting in the only two chairs in Dr. Bokokovski鈥檚 waiting room. The mother was roughly forty, like mine, and the boy looked around my age. When we walked in, the mother elbowed her son and whispered loudly, 鈥淕et up. Go on, get up! She鈥檚 a Holocaust survivor.鈥� The boy quickly stood up and offered my mother his seat. It was an awkward moment, but Mom instantly diffused the tension with her radiant smile. 鈥淲hat a polite boy,鈥� she said, 鈥渢here aren鈥檛 many children like you anymore. But let me ask you: why do you want to give me your seat?鈥� 鈥淏ecause you鈥檙e a Holocaust survivor,鈥� the boy replied proudly, like a student giving the correct answer. 鈥淎nd what do you think that means, that I鈥檓 a Holocaust survivor?鈥� my mother asked curiously. The boy said, 鈥淚t means that you suffered a lot, that you were tortured, that they killed the people you loved best, and the least I can do to make up for it is give you my seat.鈥�  

Mom smiled and shook her head from side to side admiringly. Then she said, 鈥淵ou are such a clever and articulate boy. But in my opinion, the fact that I鈥檓 a Holocaust survivor means something completely different. I think that what it means鈥︹�� 鈥� she leaned over to the boy as if she were about to share a secret 鈥� 鈥溾��is that if your mother and you and I stood here in this waiting room for hours and hours and hours, with no food and no water, the two of you would collapse long before I did. And so I鈥檇 recommend that you keep your seat, honey. You never know when you might need it.鈥� 

I think that was the first time in my life that I encountered the power of storytelling. Because when my mother walked into that waiting room, and the well-bred boy stood up, he wasn鈥檛 just offering her a chair to sit on. He was offering her a story. My mother politely refused both things, and made it clear that she had no need for the diminishing tale of victimhood that the boy had obviously heard at school. She could tell her story herself. She could own it.   

It鈥檚 no wonder that the Jewish people has always had an exceptional gift for telling stories. In the Diaspora, it faced two options: either embrace the local narrative and give up its own identity, or try to create a different story for itself, one that did not abandon its roots and yet was engaged with the time and place in which it lived. For generation after generation, from Hasidic tales to Seinfeldian anecdotes, Jews have made remarkable use of stories to define their individual and communal identities, and to voice the insider/outsider perspective that typified their social status. In such circumstances, storytelling was almost a survival mechanism. I don鈥檛 know if the capacity to tell a story was what saved my mother鈥檚 life, but I can say beyond a doubt that it did save her soul.  

In our precarious reality, which offers many frightening, wearying, and demoralizing stories, it seems that the existential need to tell stories is no longer unique to Jews and other immigrant communities trying to preserve their identities in exile. Instead, it has become a fundamental life skill that every person must adopt.  

In our writing program at 91快播, we will help our students find their unique ways to tell their stories. Alongside the option of submitting a fiction or non-fiction manuscript as their capstone project, students will be able to choose alternative storytelling formats. They will be supported by a faculty working in a range of genres and a flexible approach that encourages each student to navigate their own storytelling path. Program graduates will be empowered to share their voices in ways that spread beyond traditional audiences, reaching a diverse readership that is hungry for a good story.