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There is a particular kind of fictional people whose presence makes humanity seem adolescent. Tolkien's Elves, Star Trek's Vulcans, and Babylon 5's Minbari all occupy versions of this position. They possess depth that humans appear to lack: historical memory, disciplined thought, spiritual continuity, or knowledge acquired before we arrived. They can be allies, teachers, and infuriating authorities. Their approval matters more than humans generally wish to admit. Yet the rese

An Elf, a Vulcan, and a Minbari walk into a room. Before any of them speaks, a human is likely to feel underqualified. They know things. They remember things. Their civilizations seem to have been old when ours was still trying to decide what civilization meant. Even their disapproval has accumulated centuries of practice. The resemblance is more than visual. Across fantasy and science fiction, we keep inventing peoples who occupy recognizable positions beside humanity. There

What happens when evil wins, and keeps winning? I've been turning over a few questions. What happens when evil triumphs in the long term? What happens after there are no more Jedi, or Jews, or gays, or any other enemy of the state, invented or not? Does evil turn on itself? Do boredom and corruption rule endlessly? Is bureaucracy the last one standing? And when there is no one left to oppress because everyone is the oppressor, what kind of life is that? What is appealing abou

I've just returned from the Frankfurt Book Fair 2026, and I'm still sorting through what I saw, heard, and felt there. Frankfurt is one of the largest gatherings in the world of people who make books: publishers, authors, translators, agents, and delegations from countries with very different histories and cultures. For a few days the halls fill with a hundred languages, and underneath them all runs a single shared one, which is literature. The scale of the fair is hard to de

If you’ve found your way here from Instagram - welcome. Instagram tends to get the fragments: a book, an image, a thought, something I’m working on. The website is where those fragments get more room. I write fiction, but I’m also interested in the questions behind it: memory, AI, identity, culture, political storytelling, and what happens when technology changes things we once thought were uniquely human. So if you’re new here, have a look around. You’ll find my books, essay

Imagine that the last fluent speaker of a language is dying. Before she does, we record everything we can: her vocabulary and pronunciation, stories and songs, names for plants and places, jokes that do not quite translate, grammatical distinctions that disappeared from neighboring languages generations ago. We record conversations too, because a language is more than a dictionary. We want the interruptions, the hesitations, the way one expression suggests another. Then we tr

Fairy tales are violent. Children are abandoned in forests. Wolves eat grandmothers. Queens order executions. Girls are poisoned. Boys are transformed, imprisoned, mutilated or sent out to die. Entire families disappear because someone powerful has made a decision. We rarely describe these as political stories. Perhaps we should. The violence of the fairy tale is often treated as elemental. There is a king because there are kings. There are poor people because there are poor

This October I'm packing three novels into a suitcase and getting on a plane to Frankfurt. I'll be there as part of the eBookPro/Val Cal delegation of Israeli authors - booth 3.1 / A14, if you're wandering the halls and want to say hello - pitching foreign rights and translation for three books that have nothing in common except that I wrote them. Lydia Ever After is the quiet one. Joe is eighty-three. His wife Lydia's dementia is taking her memory faster than either of them

There's a particular kind of person who can hold up an object - a painting, a photograph, a piece of string - and make you feel, without ever raising their voice, that something is genuinely at stake in whether you understand it. Sister Wendy Beckett was one of those people. She's also the reason this series exists. An Unlikely Star If you didn't grow up in Britain in the 1990s, the premise sounds almost like a joke: a cloistered nun living in an unheated caravan on the groun

When people hear the title Made in China, they often assume the novel is about manufacturing, globalization, or economics. In a way, it is. But only on the surface. At its heart, Made in China is a love story. It began with a question that refused to leave me alone: Can something rooted in one place be transplanted somewhere else without becoming something different? At first, I was thinking about products. China has become the manufacturing center of the world. Entire indust

On writing The Other Cardinal: a novel about belief, verification, and the one woman in Rome who refuses to complete the thought I have been living, for some time now, with a woman who cleans her own rooms. She is a cardinal. She shouldn't be - not quite, not by the path everyone else in the building walked to get where they are - and she knows it, and she has built a life out of the knowing. In the mornings, before the city is awake enough to watch her, she works through thr

"Lydia Ever After" - sixty years of marriage, a dementia diagnosis, and an accidentally profound AI romance novel that helps a husband rediscover his wife - one absurd scene at a time. If you've ever loved a book that made you laugh and cry in the same chapter, this one is for you. I'm offering free copies (paperback or digital) in exchange for an honest Amazon review. Amazon's own policy requires reviewers to have an active account with $50+ in purchases over the past 12 mon

The thing about killing yourself is that it's ultimately embarrassing. It's pure cringe just thinking of all the blood and gore on your clothes or the foams coming out of the mouth in weird angles, or maybe just the awkwardness of the family without you. But still, there you are, on the ledge. The wind was doing something theatrical with my hair. Of course it was. Down below, a small crowd had gathered with the specific energy of people who wanted to witness something but als

There's a particular kind of book that doesn't just offer you ideas — it offers you a new set of eyes. After you've read it, the world doesn't look exactly the same. You catch yourself mid-thought, suddenly aware of the machinery running underneath, the invisible architecture of something you'd always taken for granted. You think: was it always like this? Was I always like this? The Next Recognition is that kind of book. I'm writing today to mark something I've been looking

Some things are real. Just not reliably enough to save a marriage. Announcing The Margin - a literary novel about a family dissolving in a world where 10% of impossible things turn out to be true. " Dr. Winters' office smells like lavender and lies ." That's the first line my character Nora speaks. The Margin is a novel I've been quietly building for a long time - a literary fiction about a family fracturing, told in five rotating first-person voices across a single tumultuou

"The dawn was the color of old bruises." With those words, the final chapter of a journey three years in the making begins. I am thrilled to announce that The Quiet Convergence , the third and final book in The Echo-Realm Trilogy , is now available to the world. A World Warped When I began writing The Fractured Note , I wanted to explore a world where reality wasn't a given, but a consensus - something that could be tuned, distorted, or even erased. In this final installment,

"What happens when you steal something sacred?" That question became an obsession. Not academically - viscerally. What does cultural appropriation feel like in the body? What are the marks it leaves? What if the spiritual violence became literal, physical, permanent? The answer became SKIN OF THE NEGEV . It's a novel about an Israeli man who appropriates a Navajo ritual and becomes a corrupted shapeshifter - able to transform, but marked permanently by what he stole. It's ab

"My Life as Akama" was featured on Review Tales , a well trusted book review site. Below is the review, including the link to the review. "Akama’s Life, as written by a lifelong writer, comes to life through the voice of Akama, a complex, enigmatic, and lyrical character. In his novel Akama’s Life, Oded blurs the lines between spiritual autobiography and philosophical journey by drawing on his extensive academic background in philosophy, psychology, and digital culture. Each

I’m starting a trilogy today. Not because the world needs another story about good versus evil - but because I believe it needs one about what happens when forgetting becomes policy. This is the story of a woman who hums forbidden songs. Of a nation that rewrites its own history every month. Of a government that doesn’t silence people - it makes them uncertain they ever spoke at all. And of what happens when someone decides that memory is worth burning for. The Empty Shelf Im

A Guide to Solving Crimes When the Suspects Are Divine and the Evidence is Clay. In the city of Ur, justice isn't just about the law - it’s about maintaining the balance between the mortal world and the temperamental gods. If you’re going to walk the shadows of the Ziggurat like Enlil-Bani, you’ll need more than just a sharp wit. You’ll need the right tools. 1. The Archivist’s Oil Lamp In the pre-dawn darkness of a looted temple storage chamber, a standard reed torch won’t do