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Last year, Jacob Howland found a box of letters and postcards from Saul Bellow to his mother, the novelist Bette Howland. Howland and Bellow had a long complicated relationship; parts of their correspondence feature in Zachary Leader’s recent biography, but nobody had read these 29 letters since Bette Howland herself. We painstakingly transcribed them, and Jacob found most of his mother’s half of the correspondence at the University of Chicago’s Regenstein library. Bellow sounds, well, brilliantly Bellovian in nearly every scribbled line. A letter from Leonard and Virginia Woolf’s former house while trying to finish Humboldt’s Gift: “I have flowers and birds all day. No people—spooks at night. I appease the last by standing on my head.” Bette matches him brilliant and all-too-human line for line (all of which inspired artist Mark Anderson to one of his best covers yet).
Articles by
Benjamin Balint
Michael Doran
Allan Nadler
Ruth R. Wisse
and more…
On a Story by Delmore Schwartz
In 1937, the editors at Partisan Review placed “In Dreams Begin Responsibilities,” by a 24-year old unknown improbably named Delmore Schwartz before pieces by Wallace Stevens, Lionel Trilling, Edmund Wilson, and Pablo Picasso, to relaunch their magazine. They knew what they were doing.
In My Country There Is Problem
Through this new book we get a disturbing picture of how students and faculty in the self-proclaimed progressive movement have demonized and marginalized Israel, its advocates, and anyone who wishes to genuinely learn about the Jewish State.
The Last Word
The story of my grandparents’ meeting after so many years always required a little Yiddish in my father’s telling. Anna asked Avrom what he did. “I’m a baker.” “And what do you earn?” “Thirty rubles.” “Draysik rubl a kheydesh”? (Thirty rubles a month?) “Neyn, draysik rubl a vokh.” (No, 30 rubles a week.”) “Oy, du bist a noged.” (You’re a prince!)
- From Learning Yiddish After 60
- by David J. Fried
- Issue Summer 2019
Visiting Yemen in the 1980s: A Photo Essay
"Sometimes one really does find that moment and the image seems to capture a person—this particular Jew, this particular way of life—but often one does not and feels the need to return, to try again." But in this case, there are no Jewish communities in Yemen to return to.
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The Last Word
The story of my grandparents’ meeting after so many years always required a little Yiddish in my father’s telling. Anna asked Avrom what he did. “I’m a baker.” “And what do you earn?” “Thirty rubles.” “Draysik rubl a kheydesh”? (Thirty rubles a month?) “Neyn, draysik rubl a vokh.” (No, 30 rubles a week.”) “Oy, du bist a noged.” (You’re a prince!)
- From Learning Yiddish After 60
- by David J. Fried
- Issue Summer 2019
Past Issues
Issue No. 38
Summer 2019
Issue No. 37
Spring 2019
Issue No. 36
Winter 2019
Issue No. 35