Arts & Culture
And how Tel Aviv made the style its own.
All of them illustrate the predicament of Jewish identity, but not all in the same way.
Letters, antidotes, eternal lives, outcasts, secret worlds, pogroms, and more.
To the great Hebrew writer S.Y. Agnon, balance is all—and imbalance, as in the novel Only Yesterday, a devastating calamity.
Part Joyce, part Balzac, part yizkor book.
The shockingly easy rehabilitation of an admirer of Hitler.
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.
Marion and Celia Moss, poets “of the Hebrew nation.”
In his fiction, and especially in the novel Only Yesterday, S.Y. Agnon casts an ironic, unfooled eye on the inner lives of his fellow Jews and their lopsided bargains with modernity.
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.
It probably started with the term “Holocaust survivor.”
Chaim Potok’s forgotten play about S. An-Sky.
