"The Jewish market has become quite a good one,” a Knopf editor observed; even the “goy polloi” were buying, wrote another staffer.
Jonathan Israel is a minyan of modern revolutionaries.
His father recited Modeh Ani every morning and ordered a set of tefillin from Mumbai. Unaware that they were meant to be worn and not merely kept, he put them away on a shelf.
For a moment, a literary giant and talmudic genius sparred over the implications of a biblical phrase.
Baram’s characters are righteously indignant at the system and determined to bring it down.
Remembering the ebullient spirit and radical fiction of A. B. Yehoshua.
When Levinas met a vagabond called Chouchani, he told a friend, “I cannot tell what he knows, all I can say is that all that I know, he knows.” Now that we have dozens of Chouchani’s notebooks, can we finally know what he knew?
On losing one’s self in Walter Benjamin’s final wanderings.
Which son did Abraham favor? Reading "the binding of Isaac" with fresh eyes.
"Our tale's debut / Takes place in 1982 / When I, for one, if not exactly / A double of our leading guy / Was like him, bookish, awkward, shy." - Coming of age in iambic tetrameter.