Fatel

Aside from children and other clear and undeniable joys, all the moments of happiness in your life pale in comparison to a single day of truly living the dream."Aviv Geva continues to mesmerize the readers with a unique and utterly unconventional narrative. He engages in a profound dialogue with his audience, raising deep insights and questions that challenge fundamental perceptions of life. The book is saturated with sex-bold, raw, and graphically explicit-but knowing Aviv's style, I knew that every word is intentional, crafted to unsettle and provoke. He forces the readers out of their comfort zones, pushing boundaries to the edge. Aviv holds up a mirror to our lives. This is not just a book-it is a guide to the depths of the soul." - Sarah Rahmiel Book Reviews

"Fatel is, at its core, a novel that directly engages its readers. It breaks new ground in its exploration of collective human identity-raw, fearless, and sweeping in its narrative, reflecting essential and urgent contemporary issues. Geva does not underestimate his audience, his themes, or his craft-on the contrary, he is a freedom fighter of the boldest and most unrelenting kind, propelling his readers beyond personal and existential boundaries. His virtuoso ability to penetrate the depths of his characters' souls leaves the reader stunned. This is one of the most intelligent, profound, and stylistically refined novels ever published-an artistic achievement that transcends the very definition of 'a book" - Author Doron Braunshtein

A Glimpse:

"And Moran who sat next to me. It's been long since I've given any weight to it. This leg will never walk again, this room of the heart is closed and sealed and all the locks that surround it are rusty and no one has any idea where the key is. It will never be opened again. There's no telling what's inside and what has become of the wounded beast that's caged inside. Bleeding, dirty, and abandoned.

And all of a sudden her mother talks to me as if she and I were childhood friends and spoke numerous times, bursting into what feels like a continuation of some random conversation about this and that, and I'm looking for the cellphone and even get up and walk towards one of Anat's tables to try and locate it there. And she walks next to me, accompanying me and muttering something. Where have you been all these years, Mrs. Dagan?? And where is my fucking cell phone when I need it??????

"I should have married Hagai", and both her parents are smiling from the other side like everything's fine, like we're all childhood friends and everything's hilarious. Hellooooooo... your daughter killed my heart!!!!!"