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The parting was not long in coming. My father died two months before I turned six.
To this day, I go to him at difficult times. Mostly to complain that he abandoned me. The handful of memories that he…
In S. Y. Agnon’s comprehensive literary project, we must also see A Guest for the Night as an epic expansion on one central subject, whose tones burst out and rise from most of…
A friend hinted to me that participating in such a discussion would be a tactical error, akin to walking into a minefield. Perhaps. I don’t believe in…
The book being presented to the reader represents a selection of a thousand autobiographies composed by Jewish children, survivors of the conflagration, tender children who lived for months and even…
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…
Moshe:How? There’s no inner sanctum in my life, my life is secular, absolutely secular, from beginning to end. And what’s not in my psyche, I’ll not let you erect between us. Neither you nor anyone…
[Leidental’s room. Evening. Leidental. One of his fingers is bandaged.]Leidental:[To himself.] At eight fifteen I felt I cannot any more with myself. I had: regulation misery, pain to top…
Before the custodians of the purity of the Hebrew language begin to tear their hair out in protest of the so-called indecent acts committed herein, in full view, upon the…