Hebrew literature
On the Surface of Silence.
It is almost as if English and Hebrew had gotten together and decided, “Yes, we don’t as a rule do well rhyme-wise, but for Raḥel we’ll make a special effort.”
Raḥel will be read, sung, and recited long after many excellent Hebrew poets of her age, men and women alike, have been confined within classroom walls.
Bernard Lewis and Bialik.
The last Hebrew classic?
A translator reminisces.
An excerpt from The Ruined House.
A survivor, he chronicled not just the Holocaust but also anti-Semitism and its spiritual effects.
A tale of coffee and sadomasochism.
An NYU professor channels the high priest.
The most tragic Jewish writer of modern times.
A City and Its Fullness.
Ḥayyim Naḥman Bialik’s faith in a Zionist-led Hebrew renaissance never faltered; nor did his labors on its behalf. Yet he also became, so he felt, Zionism’s prisoner.
Ḥayyim Naḥman Bialik was called upon by his contemporaries to play the role of a prophet. By consenting, he believed he had betrayed both his talent and his true calling.
