Haim Sabato is an Israeli rabbi and author. Haim Sabato was born to a family of Aleppan-Syrian descent in Cairo. In the 1950s, his family immigrated to Israel and lived in a "ma'abara" (transit camp) in Kiryat HaYovel, Jerusalem. He studied at a Talmud Torah in Bayit Vegan, in the vicinity, and after it attended the "Netiv Meir" yeshiva-high school, also in Bayit Vegan. Rabbi Aryeh Bina, Rosh Yeshiva of "Netiv Meir", was one of his key influences. After graduation, he joined the "Hesder" program at Yeshivat Hakotel, in the old city of Jerusalem, which combines yeshiva studies with military service. His experiences during the Yom Kippur war, at the age of 21, led him to write Adjusting Sights. After the war, Sabato spent the next few years at Yeshivat Mercaz Harav, the spiritual home of religious Zionism. After receiving rabbinical ordination, Sabato co-founded Yeshivat Birkat Moshe in Ma'aleh Adumim, near Jerusalem, in 1977. Sabato's lyrical writing, with sentences studded with phrases drawn from, and referring to, passages in the Bible and Talmud has won him numerous fans and made him a symbol of the "pitfalls" of translating literary works form one language to another. He has published four novels in addition to Rabbinical works. Sabato's first book, Emet Mi Eretz Titzmach, (published in English as Aleppo Tales), is a collection of short stories relating to his family's ancestral home and community of Aleppo, Syria. Sabato was awarded the Sapir Prize for Literature in its inaugural year, as well as the Yitzhak Sadeh Prize, for his second work, Teum Kavanot (Adjusting Sights in the English translation), a moving account of the experiences of a soldier in the Yom Kippur war. The book has also been made into a film. His third publication, Ke-Afapey Shachar (published in English as Dawning of the Day: A Jerusalem Tale), tells the story of Ezra Siman Tov, a religious Jerusalemite coming to terms with a changing world. Sabato's next work, Boyi Ha-Ruach (published in English as From the Four Winds), describes his experiences as an "oleh chadash" (a new immigrant) in the Israeli "ma'abarot" (typical transit camps of the 1950s). In his most recent book, Be-Shafrir Chevyon, Sabato returns again to his childhood in "Beit Mazmil", Jerusalem, as a newcomer, with memories from Cairo intermingling with adventures in the monastery of Ein-Karem, and the annual Independence Day exhibition in Jerusalem. Again we meet both the Piutim (religious poetry) and Torah study that dominate Sabato's spiritual world, along with his Yom Kippur War memories, all tied together in a constant search of God, Who often hides from the human eye, when the latter needs him most.
In all fairness, I probably would have given this a higher rating had I read it in English. And I feel pretty bad giving it just one star -- a soldier fights in the Yom Kippur War and loses his best friend to enemy fire but not his religious faith. It should be inspiring and close to my heart, right?
Alas, I found the story (such as it was) extremely hard to follow, jumping back and forth around the timeline, mixing various narratives of various soldiers, interspersing things that happened to the author as they were happening during the war with experiences told in flashback from before the war, with a home visit during one of his leaves, with things the author told to a team of soldiers debriefing him after the fact as well as things the author's fellow soldiers told to this team about their own experiences, etc. It seemed less a story than a loose, not particularly organized collection of stream-of-consciousness memories and religious musings from the front lines. Call me anal, but I really needed a beginning, middle, and end.
So even though this was rather short and should have been inspiring, I found reading it to be a chore and couldn't wait to be done. I love my Hebrew book club; I just wish I liked the books more.
Unfortunately, a big part of our definition as Israelis have been shaped and sculpted against a short period of time and the most impact on that definition was within the War of Independence (1948), The Six-Day War (1967) and the Yom Kippur War (1973).
No one objectively 'succeeds' in wars. It is very hard to choose a goal that is falling into place of all of the ideas within a country of what constitutes success. Some would say that a war is, by its own virtue, a failure to begin with.
The Yom Kippur War, which is the single prominent background story of this autobiography chapter in the life of Rabbi Haim Sabato, is generally considered a success to Israelis by the term of withstanding a very imminent attack from several fronts when outnumbered, but considered a major failure in terms of losses. There was nothing as this war to the state of Israel, in controversy and falling brothers, husbands and fathers.
Rabbi Sabato take is giving us no option to believe otherwise, but his beautiful hebrew style, almost archaic at times, which is marbled by Talmudic influences and Jewish tradition from youth at Cairo and Italy. His story of the war is the same as everyone, no effort to cover the horrible truth is given to the story but his overall positivity (even when his closest friend has fell during the war) is something to admire.
I loved the style and heartbreaking story has contributed - he is using a gentle, but steady, strokes of color to have us feel the scene and appreciate what those men have gone through.
At times of trouble the question of God's existence meets any believer - to endure this question is something beyond me and I hope never to face the challenge. The story also brings light to the confrontation of the Yeshiva guys that were all enlisted in a sudden rush right at the heart of the most sacred day for them - Yom Kippur, the jewish day of asking for forgiveness from men and god.
What IDF military intelligence, MOSAD, and politicians failed in preparation for the October 1973 Yom Kippur War, reservists and conscripts made up through shear courage, faith, and necessity. In the initial days of war along the northern Golan Heights, an unprepared and dismally chaotic Israeli armored brigade suffered against an organized Syrian armored division eight times its size. Known for its highly skilled Air Force and air superiority, the IAF failed to support its ground forces. Unprepared for Syria's SAM batteries, some of Israel's best pilots were subsequently shot down. Their tank brigades became easy targets, and gunners blinded from direct sunlight or darkness, found it difficult and at times impossible to see their Syrian counterpart. Adding to an array of mechanical failures further slowed Israel's advance. Israeli fighters were left stranded searching for barely operational tanks to continue fighting, running to safety behind ridges or ditches. Israel's loss of men, tanks, and airplanes exceeded all expectations. Its armored brigades were on the brink of being driven behind its own lines of defense, on the verge of losing on the northern front. Yet each time events were at their worst extreme, fresh support in the form of paratroopers, air bombardments, or newly arrived armored support, arrived saving many lives.
Adjusting Sights is about two orthodox yeshiva friends, who having just completed their Yom Kippur fast, were called upon to join their countrymen in battle along the Golan Heights. The year's holiest day of prayer to God had just ended. With open hearts of thankfulness for His creation and forgiveness for their sins, they are suddenly thrown into tank battle against a formidable Syrian surprise attack. From the outset of their arrival for battle, their tank platoons were in already disarray. At the army base, both boys stand amongst a crowd of soldiers in disarray. One of the commanders asks the soldiers, who of them was a loader and who was a gunner. Dov responds and is immediately taken to a tank, while Haim (the main character) is placed in another. As readers, we then see, hear, feel one of the largest tank battles unfold from inside a tank, through a telescope and Haim, the gunner.
Armed with guns and tanks, prayer books and Tefillin , inside the tank memories of Haim's childhood and teachings of local sages flashes through him while exploding mortars land nearby. Amidst the chaos, his faith and love for the promised land of Israel remains unshaken. Losses of lives mount, mechanical tank failures commonplace, and the prospect of losing the war ever so present, Haim never loses sight and faith in the Covenant made with Abraham and his Hebrew ancestors on Mount Sinai. Through selfless defense for his country and his brethrens' historically biblical identity, submitting was never an option. Faith based perspective gives him the courage and strength to overcome the chaos and an enemy armed eight times its size.
Throughout the chaos of battle, Haim prays and converses with himself. Questioning his friend Dov's whereabouts, only at the end of the story does he learn that Dov had died during the first night. This story is not about glory, but about patriotism. It is about war's chaos, and an internal peace brought on through prayer and faith, and an unconditional love for the people and the land of Israel.
Adjusting Sights is the first time I've read a fictional war story (which is based on Sabato's experience as a tank fighter in the '73 war) written in first person by an Orthodox Jewish rabbi. This novel's appeal transcended the orthodox community, and was awarded Israel's literary prize.
My concentration is shot these days, so I found it very hard to focus on this book. It's translated from Hebrew, so that may be part of the problem. Also, it's a soldier's story, and I don't follow the details of military battles well either. But I do love how Jewish faith and liturgy weave seamlessly into the narrative.
At the heart of this book lie some of the most engrossing and terrifying first hand accounts of war that I've ever read. Haim Sabato's story of a young and observant soldier fighting in the Tank Corps on the Golan Heights during the Yom Kippur War of 1973 is quite unlike any other book of war writing/memoir that I've previously encountered. Haim's (and his friends') experiences in that dreadful war were all too vivid and real. Threaded throughout the narrative are some of the contemplations, prayers, hymns and rituals, that a religious soldier takes a part in. Although of secular persuasion myself, I found many of these passages were extremely humbling. I was reminded of some of those I served with who were also soldiers while maintaining their religious observance. I always marveled at their dedication and resourcefulness in pursuing their faith in such difficult circumstances - this book reinforces that impression.
This novel provides a compelling argument for the chaos of war, the multiple perspectives, and how fundamental beliefs can be shaken or reinforced. The juxtaposition of the mundane --concrete religious practice, bound by time of day and year --with war made this read fascinating on multiple levels. We know the outcome of the Yom Kippur war writ large; Sabato provides a view of the war, micro scale. I do not know how well the experiences of these citizen soldiers transcends to those of other soldiers, nor do I know if the Israeli army today is different in terms of composition, religious practice, etc. But the melting pot and social glue that is the Israeli army provides a common experience of (unfortunately) every generation experiencing war, with their own same but different experiences.
I read this book with the purpose of getting factual material about the Yom Kippur War but found it more than that. I am not religious, so I kind of skipped the religious passages although it's clear the writer tried to make them accessible to everybody, not just those who know, but I was very impressed by the patriotism, courage, camaraderie and ingenuity displayed by Israeli soldiers in the face of the looming disaster brought about largely by the country's own government and high command. It's by this kind of people that Israel lives.
4.5 I was born at the end of Yom kipor war. Living in israel you get to hear a lot about that war and i am not a fan of war stories so i took my time reading it but Sabato takes you from the very first word by the hand and leads you gently with so much humanity in a world gone mad. Its a beautiful book
A story of an observant Jewish soldier in the Yom Kippur War. It is a far cry from a 'war novel' - a moving tale with descriptions that make you feel you are there. It makes the duel world the soldiers lived in come alive.
Lyrical, religious, almost liturgical writing. This is a story of Israel's immigrants from many lands, of comradeship and war, and of grief and loss. There isn't much of a plot. The story is thin but manages to capture so much of the pain and confusion of the Yom Kippur War.
I have been reading about the Yom Kippur war recently, starting with 鈥淲ho by Fire,鈥� then on to 鈥淭he 2 O鈥機lock War.鈥� But this is the first soldier鈥檚-eye view.
It鈥檚 being uncomfortable at best 鈥� terrible food, days and weeks living in filthy clothes, boredom, bad weather, being with an OK bunch of guys, but not with your own family. At worst it鈥檚 terror and grief.
Like one other reviewer, I am an atheist, so don鈥檛 really understand how religious people feel. But I did understand that the protagonist and his religious friends gained comfort from their readings and discussions. What is the harm in that? Indeed, isn鈥檛 it a good thing when conversation (more portable than a chess set or a guitar) helped them endure their horrific circumstances?
Another reviewer complained that the time line was hard to follow. I agree but think the author did that intentionally. He wanted you to feel just a tiny bit of the confusion and surreality of the battlefield: being told to fire when you couldn鈥檛 see a target, being told to advance when the gears were locked and you couldn鈥檛 move at all, acting (and seeing others act) in ways that violated the procedures you鈥檇 practiced during reserve training. Most brilliantly, the protagonist occasionally sees someone acting 鈥渂y the book鈥� and is comforted by the brief respite from SNAFU and FUBAR.
SPOILER ALERT. I鈥檓 labeling this a spoiler out of an abundance of caution. I think every reader realizes, early, that Dov is gone, and the protagonist鈥檚 grief 鈥� like a throbbing toothache 鈥� cannot be fixed. We, like the protagonist, do not receive official word or incontrovertible evidence. But as the story proceeds, we, like the protagonist, adjust to the reality. There鈥檚 no 鈥渃losure鈥� in the way we鈥檇 all like there to be. But closure is a luxury, and there are no luxuries in a war.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
This is my second reading of 鈥淎djusting Sights.鈥� After reading the lyrical 鈥淭he Dawning of the Day,鈥� I so wanted to give this book another chance. But unfortunately, it still did not meet my expectations. 鈥淎djusting Sights鈥� is semi-autobiographical about a religious soldier from a Middle Easter background fighting in the Yom Kippur War. But with so much detail it is hard to know where reality ends and fiction begins. On the positive side, it is wonderful to read about prophet-soldiers who recite and live by the words of the Bible, Talmud and Maimonides. The plot is ostensibly about the search for Haim鈥檚 friend and study partner; but that search is never resolved. 鈥淎djusting Sights鈥� or kavannah in Hebrew could have a double meaning of changing direction or religious outlook. But unless we are talking about the transformation of a yeshiva student into a battle-hardened soldier, that adjustment is not so evident. I am usually a fan of the translator, Hillel Halkin. But I felt that the translation of common Hebrew terms made the reading more cumbersome. Is there a need to have ritual fringes and tzitzit on the same page when he provided a glossary in the back.
This view of the Yom Kippur through the eyes and ears of a tanker in the Israeli army reminded me of "Going After Cacciato" by Tim O'Brien only with more spiritualism and less hallucination.
If that sounds like a contradiction, it's not meant to be. This first-person account of combat on the Golan Heights is told via an observant Jew and Talmud student. Not meant to be a history of the conflict, it is instead an account of the conflicting requirements of duty and friendship as a tank crew is transported from the security of home and study to the chaos and death of the battlefield.
It wasn't what I expected. I expected a much more conventional account of the fighting. The unique rabbinic orientation Sabato delivers had it own appeal. I doubt I ever would have thought about some of the Psalms and stories he shared had I not been looking for a war story.
Beautiful and poetic, but it was obvious that a lot was lost in translation. Also, the plot meanders all over the place with flashbacks and stories, and it's hard to tell where the flashbacks end and what's going on. The ending dragged on and on. The plot was never really resolved: I want to read it again someday in the original Hebrew. Maybe I'll like it more.
One of the best books I have ever read. I bought copies for my family. When I finished I gave it to my husband to read; and when he was done I took it back and started again, reading it cover to cover a second time. There's so much depth there.
I felt I should read the book because everyone reads it but I didn't get any profound message from it. I sometimes had trouble with the jumps in time. It is sad how disorganized everything was and how many people were killed or injured because of it.