Book Review | Sifting Through Memory with Cynthia Ozick
Antiquities is peak Cynthia Ozick. This novel is a tiny peephole into the purpose of living in a world that outlasts us.
Antiquities is peak Cynthia Ozick. This novel is a tiny peephole into the purpose of living in a world that outlasts us.
In February, in a case that made international headlines and provoked widespread condemnation, a court in Warsaw ordered two Polish historians of the Shoah to apologize to an elderly woman from the village of Malinowo for having “inexactly portrayed” her uncle Edward Malinowski, the village’s wartime headman.
In the rise and fall of Hitler’s Germany, villains, victims and heroes figure profusely and are easily recognized.
Last month, The New York Times published a piece called “Saying Goodbye to Hanukkah.”
Sutzkever’s “essential prose,” which could also be called “prose poetry” or “brief narratives,” has slipped by, little noticed. Until now.
Barack Obama’s transformation from youthful and eloquent U.S. Senate candidate to prime-time sensation and putative presidential timber came at the 2004 Democratic National Convention.
The larger-than-life figure of Wonder Woman strode back into popular culture in 2017 in the person of Gal Gadot, her red, white and blue costume
Abraham Joshua Heschel once towered as America’s foremost Jewish public intellectual. In this hour, he might well be the thinker of the hour.
Vivian Gornick reviews Susie Linfield’s The Lions’ Den, a book critiquing the Left’s stance on Israel through a variety of notable thinkers, including Hannah Arendt, Noam Chomsky, and others.
Author Geraldine Brooks reviews Nathan Englander’s new book, kaddish.com
Last April, the San Francisco Board of Supervisors voted to name the main terminal at San Francisco International Airport after Harvey Milk, the gay rights martyr who was assassinated 40 years ago. The decision further (and literally) cements Milk’s legacy as the best-known LGBT activist in American history.
Entrada de la Luna, New Mexico, is a small town with a big mystery. Why do its Spanish Catholic families light candles on Friday night? Why doesn’t anyone eat pork? The answers, it turns out, lie half a millennium ago, in 15th-century Spain.