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As the moment in which identification and thoughtfulness can occur, in which it becomes possible to imagine a position outside your own. On the whole, the identification you're looking for is with another person's pain. In Said's remarkable phrase about Israelis and Palestinians, which you quote and worry over, he says, we cannot coexist as two communities of detached and uncommunicatingly separate suffering. There is suffering and injustice enough for everyone. I take this to be one of the epigraphs of the book, the that an interval for reflection is not only the space between impulse and act, but it's also one of the conditions for being human, or perhaps a grounding of human ethics. There is suffering and injustice enough for anyone. Everyone writes Said, and you say elsewhere that the important thing is to enter into the pain of the other. Passing on pain, you write, would be the political opposite of entering the pain of the other. I wonder if you agree that a major theme running through the book is how difficult it is to do this, entering into how pain gets acted out upon to and through the other, how it routinely gets passed on, and how unremittingly, in your view, this can be seen in your main political concern, what's being done to the Palestinians? I want to stay for a moment with this issue of the interval of reform. Much of this book is an investigation of a certain kind of committed fiction writing. Indeed, the two pillars of the book are fiction and psychoanalysis, each used in its own way to pursue something which might in other places be called truth. But here is presented as a kind of rigorous and relentless thinking through in the case of fiction, what's important is its power to produce troubling identification that overcome one of the types of resistance with which you deal the resistance of the mind to understanding what might be the position or experience or possibility of the repudiated other. In the context, for instance, of Arnold Zweig's surprised, uneasy, and profoundly disturbing fictional reconstruction of a murderous moment in Zionist history, you identify as one of your preoccupations the power of fiction to make reader as well as writer enter pathways they had never in their wildest dreams intended to tread. But why put ourselves to such trouble? Why allow fiction to trouble us so, as it does in much of the Work that you quote from Coetzee to Suite Francaise, you write taking the offensive. But why, I would ask, if we need to understand the worst as well, well as the best of history, would you want to stop the mind from running away with itself? Literary analysis and psychoanalysis are brought together here in what is an exquisitely ethical move to avoid passing on pain. To avoid passing on pain, we have an obligation to let the mind run away with itself, to think things through to the end, even if this means being the subject of a process opprobrium, because, for example, one tries to understand suicide bombers. This is not the same, I think, in your writing, as a liberal position, that everyone can and should be understood, that there are always identifiable reasons, even classic psychoanalytic reasons, for actions. You note that sometimes burrowing into the psyche of the enemy is a form of evasive action designed to blind you to the responsibility for their dilemma that is staring you in the face. The difficulty of this situation is immense. The interval of reflection doubles back on itself, and ethics becomes something that can be found only in the process of pursuing thought to its end, of doubling and redoubling its painful reflexivity. You say we need to find a language that will allow us to recognize why, in a world of rampant inequality and injustice, people are driven to do things that we hate. But what might that language be, if it's not to be one of self effacement or blame or liberal empathy? Psychoanalysis, this is the last bit of this letter, is right at the center of this interval. Like fiction, what it promotes is not in any meaningful sense self knowledge, but a kind of unself imaginative capacity. Freud, you know, did not believe in the ideals of the mass, in reality, you quote, our fellow citizens have not sunk so low as we feared, because they have never risen as high as we believed. Psychoanalysis in this book is not treated as a technical therapeutic discipline, though the technicalities of resistance and displacement have their resonance. It's rather the possibilities of fantasy that you emphasize, with fantasy here being, in your words from a previous book, Thicker Than Water. The thickness of fantasy in the Last Resistance refers, I think, to the specifically Freudian, though perhaps also Jewish, deployment of a self lacerating rationalism. There is nothing so unrelenting as psychoanalytic thought when it's turned on the motives of human action, one's own and that of nations. Especially when what it finds is that the supposed evil out there is, is found within, in the subject, in the mass, in the social order that passes it on. Hence the doubleness of resistance at Its purest and apparently most political. Its resistance to oppression, then its resistance to the other, then also resistance to knowledge, now a regressive and defensive act in this hard place in which there's so little space to turn, how can the former mode of resistance, resistance overcome the latter? That is, what are the political possibilities of resistance understood in its full psychoanalytic doubleness? And finally, a note on the Jewish element in this. The full reference to the interval of reflection is in your description of the book as a celebration of Jewish thought as it lays claim to the interval of reflection. And most of the writers with whom you concern yourself were Jewish, several of them, including your sister, writing on Jewish issues, including Zionism. What exactly, I wonder here, makes this Jewish thought? And do you think the interval of reflection is intrinsic to it? And if so, is there a kind of betrayal or loss at the moment in which the interval is denied? The book seems to me to move between particularism and universalism. With the latter, your preference you'd know to pass, apparently, was approval. How Marcel Liebman dedicates his memoir to Jews and non Jews fighting against Nazism. But the former, the particularism, is implicit in the reference to Jewish thought and to your own concentration on the topics you have chosen. Or is thought only truly Jewish when it's ethically universalist? And if so, is that to demand of it the impossible?