The Jewish Review of Books mourns the passing of Harvey Pekar whose comics—with Tara Seibel’s gorgeous illustration—graced our first two issues.
Harvey was just in the office last week to pick up the new issue, and seemed in good contrarian form, wryly outraged by half a dozen news items. His last comic for us, “Gut Shabbes,” was a characteristically self-deprecating little story of the tension between secular and religious Jews. In its last panel, Harvey stares out at the reader in a mock Jack Benny pose (he was sure that we’d get the allusion). Click here to see Harvey’s “Crumb’s Genesis: A Graphic Review” from Spring 2010.
This is a sad story, one that begins with Sarah Wildman’s discovery among the papers of her grandfather, a physician in Massachusetts, of a file of letters dating back to 1939–1942.
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Some of Abraham Sonne's lines are so gorgeous that one commits them to memory almost unthinkingly.
As the Tunisian Jewish novelist Albert Memmi wrote, “I am not enough of a victim; that is why my conscience is tortured.” Must the Jews of North Africa, as contributor Lia Brozgal puts it, write “a history that competes with a more catastrophic one, or be written out of history?”