An inadvertent warning about the dangers of political infantilization.
Separated by a common language?
The tale of the pupik.
And British insistence that there is no such thing.
A once-bustling immigrant city.
If kitsch has a “fairy-tale glow,” then Here I Am is positively radiant.
More than Saul Bellow or Philip Roth, James Salter (né Horowitz) captures the situation of assimilated American Jews—by never writing from a Jewish perspective.