One word got turned upside down and downside up again.
Solomon Maimon abandoned his wife and children in search of intellectual perfection, thereby entirely missing the point.
Unlike, say, “World War I,” the “Yom Kippur War” caught on from the start and never faded. Aside from its naturalness, it has an associational richness that no other names could match.
Prewar, no countries had wanted to take in Europe’s Jews. Postwar, many were poised to claim the spoils of the murdered—until an unprecedented group of experts stepped in.
“I am tired and thirsty, I must have . . .”
The great poet safely traversed a minefield by counting in poetic meters.
The story of David Karr.
That sentiment, held by British officials in Mandate Palestine, was the origin of the idea that the city should instead be internationalized.
The author of the recent Mosaic essay drops by to draw a picture of a now-vanished world of flamethrowers, washed-up ideologues, and true believers.
Ben Hecht invented the gangster movie. He also prodded Roosevelt into saving thousands of Jews from the Nazis, and marshaled reluctant American Jews into becoming Zionists.
I am fortunate to have witnessed, and been offered, not only real madness but also real, and not delusional, goodness.