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On the eve of the Sabbath I am always tormented by the dense sorrow of memory. In the past on these evenings, my grandfather’s yellow beard caressed the volumes of Ibn Ezra. My old grandmother, in her…
Do you remember Zhitomir, Vasily? Do you remember the River Teterev, Vasily, and that night in which the Sabbath, the young Sabbath, crept along the sunset crushing the stars with the heel of her red…
New and hitherto unknown words have entered our dictionary. These words can now be heard at gatherings, and even more in private conversations, and sometimes we read them in the press. And if, until…
Once a week, even now, Mrs Goffman makes that chauffeur drive her slowly down from the mountain, back to St Lawrence Boulevard and Rachel Street [in Montreal]; she doesn’t want any old cronies who…
The Book of the Ghetto Wars is intended to bring together a selection of the materials in our possession—testimony, journals and notes, documents, studies, poems, and stories—that were created during…
I felt a common cause with these good men and women who had been moved to mid-wife freedom in the south, but the gulf that separated us is also wide. Their spirit of confession…
Not a word about Ein Harod on the official radio. All the official communiqués were broadcast. Directives to obey. Directives to obey directives. Directives prohibiting assemblies. Directives not to…
[…] [I]f suddenly Mexico and Israel went to war, on which side would I fight? My cowardly answer was plain and simple: “I really wasn’t cut out to be a soldier. So on neither one, since I’m a pacifist…
In a faraway land over the seas
Lived a clever and wise king, if you please.
His name was not easy to say unrehearsed
King Leonard-Ferdinand-McCourt the first.
We’ll take on the public’s prudent…
The war went on and would not be stopped. On the contrary. It proved futile to hold it to any schedule or limit. At no prearranged time would the land be quiet, not at harvest time, not near winter…