Outside, but Where?; Satmar Literacy; On the Interpretation of Freud, and More
After Saul Bellow translated "Gimpel the Fool," he, Irving Howe, and Lazer Greenberg had a lechaim over schnapps. But nobody talked with Isaac Bashevis Singer.
Was the golden age of Polish Jewry truly golden, or just the calm before the storm?
Was Jacob Frank a progressive trendsetter or a seductive cult leader?
Ben-Gurion saw little need for American-style checks and balances. Instead, he put his democratic faith in mamlakhtiyut.
Zalmen Gradowski’s testimony makes the sadism of the Nazi enterprise painfully clear. That seems obvious, but it runs counter to most Holocaust education.
“I stepped into the air.” Hilde Domin wrote, “and it carried me.”
Paul Goldberg’s latest novel, The Dissident, is a narrative tour de force that plays far too fast and loose with the historical facts, leaving its readers deeply misled.
Once again, Maya Arad marries the metafictional play of Nabokov with the moral warmth of Jane Austen.
Can liberal Judaism survive and thrive in the digital age?
What, exactly, is camp spirit?
Norman Mailer had the gift of enlivening everything he touched. And he touched almost everything, from politics to Hollywood to Sports. But his Jewish novel stayed in the drawer.
Far from his family, and searching for a sukkah, Shai Secunda found himself following Shai Agnon’s footsteps through the city of Berlin.
Torah crowns, Chinese scrolls, portraits by John Singer Sargent, invaluable Hebrew manuscripts. What does the Sassoon treasure mean?
Just as I was about to close the window and move on to the next Geniza fragment, two words winked at me as if I were a friend.