" This book will make you laugh, cry and sometimes rage. In a concise and confident manner, the author illustrates a clear picture of what is in the hearts and minds of Israelis, and how they justify 75 years of oppression so they can sleep at night.
That isn’t to say it won’t educate you in some small way on the situation in Palestine, much the same way as learning how the Nazi propaganda machine made the Holocaust possible. But if you’re an educated person on the vicious circle of conflict in the Middle East, you won’t learn much, other than how the Israeli propaganda machine works.
The author manages to trivialise human suffering while simultaneously pitching her own life’s achievements, and the Hollywood elite name-dropping is ugly and crass.
Her elitism is thinly veiled throughout, and not hard to miss. Her reference to the Middle East as a “rough neighbourhood” is reminiscent of how right wing, privileged white Americans refer to lower demographic black neighbourhoods.
Some favourite laugh out loud moments (to name just a few) include referencing her first flight to LA at the age of 19, completely missing the irony that Gazans can’t board a plane as the IDF decimated their airport in 2002. Or when she reprimands neighbouring countries for using chemical weapons on their own citizens - hello IDF dropping white phosphorus. I know right?!
This book is facism trying to disguise itself as liberalism. Icing over mud, and it makes it abundantly clear that Israeli’s version of peace is “our way or the highway” "
— Noa, 5/4/2024