When, 100 years ago, the victors in World War I needed a push to get behind “the right of Jews to reconstitute in Palestine their National Home,” Italy was there.
The many hypothesized sources for the saying, “To have butter on one’s head.”
Why do Jews praise the great lights?
For me, living in Israel is a moral imperative. There is no elegant or painless way to describe why, after a year, we left.
A new book explores the changing tactics, and essential continuities, in Israel’s decades-long but mostly undeclared war against Hizballah.
The notorious author of The Invention of the Jewish People is back, this time with a screed against certain French intellectuals with a certain something in common.
Michelangelo’s universally admired depiction of one of history’s most famous Jews is not the least bit Jewish. Take, on the other hand, Rembrandt.
It is practically impossible to utter a complete sentence in Hebrew that lacks gender.
Letters, antidotes, eternal lives, outcasts, secret worlds, pogroms, and more.
The question has plagued artists ever since the Holocaust. At least one contemporary artist manages to pass the test.
It sounds less mercenary—which is probably also why real coins eventually gave way to chocolate ones.
In the late 1960s, appointments in Jewish studies were springing up in tandem with the “adversarial culture.” But we intended to strengthen the universities, not to trash them.
Defective history and some untenable key distinctions mar a brilliant, necessary, and much-discussed new book.
It probably started with the term “Holocaust survivor.”