American Jewish literature
“Something to Remember Me By.”
The Natural at 70.
Bad math, the digital humanities, and woke question-begging.
The film adaptation of Abraham Cahan’s short story was recently restored.
The characters in her new story collection are fully formed creatures of that transitional 20th-century moment between European Jewish survivors and American forgetters.
There’s more to the Yiddish writer than “combining shtetls, demons, and sex in a small bowl, mixed well.”
Johanna Kaplan and the late Bette Howland.
Gary Shteyngart’s tendentious attack on brit milah.
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.