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Now comes the turn, with awe and reverence, awe and reverence without end, of my father, the pious, God-fearing, learned one, may his strength be for the Torah [see Esther 2:15], the supernal light…
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Shabbetai Sheftel Horowitz
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Prague, Holy Roman Empire (Prague, Czech Republic)
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17th Century
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My mother and I are out walking. I ask if she remembers the women in that building in the Bronx. “Of course,” she replies. I tell her I’ve always thought sexual rage was what made them so crazy.…
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Vivian Gornick
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1987
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Few children know the stories of their parents. During my childhood, I knew only that mine were an impossible match—which did not prevent my mother from spending day and night at my father’s bedside…
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Susan Rubin Suleiman
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Boston, United States of America
Date:
1996
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I remember the moment when it dawned on me that my father did not impress the world at large as a powerful figure. We were at a camera store on the Plaza—a faux-Andalusian shopping district that…
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Calvin Trillin
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1993
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The day he was gone her suitor arrived. I don’t know what else to call him. He advertised himself as my uncle, but he didn’t have our famous cheekbones and Tatar eyes. He couldn’t have belonged to…
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Jerome Charyn
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1997
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The Jews held cattle dealers in contempt. They considered them illiterate louts in no way different from peasants. My grandfather never let a cattle dealer into his house. Into the barn yes, but never…
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Henryk Grynberg
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Los Angeles, United States of America
Date:
1970
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I always thought
I had been here before.
Each year of my patched-up life
I mended the fabrics
of my decrepit, tattered world.
In memory I recognized faces and smiles,
even my father and mother…
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Jacob Glatstein
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1943
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Even after the mourning period was over, when the flat was finally empty and my father and I locked the door and were alone together, we hardly talked to one another. Except about the most essential…
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Amos Oz
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Arad, Israel
Date:
2002
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Says the youth, Gedaliah, the Lord has granted me the merit to begin the work of heaven, today Wednesday, the 23rd of Tammuz, 5347 (July 29, 1587). I have fixed it for a fast and remembrance for ever…
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Gedaliah Cordovero
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Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1587
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The bathroom looked as though some spiteful thug had left his calling card after having robbed the house. As my father was tended to and he was what counted, I would just as soon have nailed the door…
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Philip Roth
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1991