My sister was cooking up a batch of our late mother’s recipe for tzimmes Wednesday morning when the pot exploded.
Max Brooks is best known as the author of the novel World War Z. But he also uses apocalyptic stories to teach us how to respond to large-scale crises.
Today, journalism is under attack on an unprecedented scale. It has always been the target of those who want to obfuscate facts and spread confusion.
He was incredibly picky. The photo album he made in the 1940s shows him dashingly handsome, in and out of New York City, in and out of baggy suits, Navy uniforms and bathing shorts, with girlfriends, pre-kiss, post-kiss. One annotation reads something like: “She had thoughts of marriage but he didn’t.” In his 30s, with two degrees and military service behind him, he was still in search of the perfect Jewish wife. This physicist, with a remarkably unique mind, drove his Kaiser to Manhattan from New Jersey on weekends to find her.
A few weeks ago, I heard from a concerned reader. He thought that Moment was becoming too women-oriented for his taste, that we were publishing too many stories about women.
The astonishing human capacity for thoughtlessness manifests itself in many ways. One is the ease with which we toss out ugly dismissive words such as “moron,” “witch” and “idiot” to describe people we disagree with
Louie Kemp, Bob Dylan’s lifelong friend and manager of Dylan’s 1975 Rolling Thunder tour, tells about meeting Dylan at camp, their adventures over the years and Dylan’s relationship with Judaism.