We were the future : a memoir of the kibbutz /

Readers curious about life on a kibbutz in the 1960s will love this poetic autobiography. Readers who have never wondered about life on a kibbutz should read this book anyway, as they will be well rewarded. In beautiful prose, the author describes her childhood and adolescence as part of an amazing experiment in truly socialist living in Israel in the 1960s. Using the pronoun we throughout, she captures the determined uniformity of her and her classmates' experience. She shows an excellent understanding of the ideals of the system and the shape it gave their lives, interspersing childhood stories with quietly stunning observations that will hit the reader like a jolt to the stomach. The history of the movement and her own kibbutz are deftly woven together, and readers come away with a sense of this not as merely an autobiography of an individual woman but as the story of the hopes, dreams, and struggles of an entire movement. A spare, and startling book.--Engel, Christine Copyright 2016 Booklist

One womans remembrances of youth in the kibbutz.Neeman was born in 1960 in Kibbutz Yehiam, a particularly vulnerable and nonarable piece of land when it was first settled in the 1940s. The author describes not only her own experiences of growing up in kibbutz culture, but also the violent and activist story behind the concept. In a socialist and humanist experiment quite removed from any religious connection to Judaism, the founders of the kibbutz were dedicated to communal living, which included the group-rearing of all children. Neeman, like all of her peers, only saw her parents for just under two hours per day. The rest of the time they lived in tiny communal groupsthe authors was called the Narcissus Groupwhich did everything together, from sleeping to showering, without regard for gender or individuality. While many of her early memories are bucolic and whimsical, there is a continual contrast to the utter violence into which the kibbutz was born and the threat under which it still lived throughout Neemans childhood. Located near the Lebanese border, Kibbutz Yehiam spent much of 1948 warding off sieges by the Arab Liberation Army, while a lack of food and water were also constant threats. Later, only through backbreaking labor was the land reclaimed from its original rocky character, allowing crops of bananas and other foods. Neeman left the kibbutz at age 12 to enter a collective educational institution, another twist in her story. Though the author is stoic in her attitude toward her youth, it is clear that the experiment in collective education left the children with great emotional and social gaps. Her narrative leaves an impression that she is still struggling to understand how this unusual upbringing shaped and affected her. An eye-opening look at a fascinating era in Israeli history and what happens when a child is part of a sociopolitical experiment. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.