Joshua Cohen’s The Netanyahus.
“I don’t want you to rehabilitate me”—just to give me the last word.
“He told me, looking over his shoulder though no one was eavesdropping, that he liked Reagan.”
It’s a cop-out to explain away a novel’s improprieties on the grounds that they are of another age.
Is Israel the only source of interesting material for a Jewish novelist?
A funny and heartbreaking alternate reality.
At ninety-two, the author remains at the height of her powers.
A new biography is a “narrative masterwork.”
The blessing and the curse.
Steve Kogan’s Winter Vigil.
Esther Safran Foer wants you to know she’s still here, and doing great.
Sex, drugs, and Zohar?
A devout Christian finds comfort in these tales of ḥasidic rebels.
Sympathetic to Israel and hostile to the radical left, Roth was not always the rebellious Jew.