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When I was born, Robert G. Mehlman was at the peak of his glory. He was more than a major talent. But within five years there wasn’t much of that glory left, and my mother sometimes compared him to a…
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Arnon Grunberg
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New York, United States of America
Date:
2000
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It was agreed that Grandfather and I would go forth at midnight of 1 July. This would present us with fifteen hours. It was agreed, by everyone except for Grandfather and I, that we should travel to…
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Jonathan Safran Foer
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New York, United States of America
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2002
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For some reason, Galina’s mother had been turning up in her thoughts more often since the war began. Galina didn’t think about her with defiance, the way she used to before her mother’s death and for…
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Lara Vapnyar
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New York, United States of America
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2003
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[…] What rabbi would come to this impoverished nowhere for the pishochs we offered, especially if he had to rent his own lodgings—the congregation had no money for an apartment when a perfectly good…
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Eileen Pollack
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1991
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At her meeting with the associate dean, Edith Margareten asked the administrator, a woman in her mid-40s, about the climate for Jews at Notre Dame. “Oh, it’s fine,” she said. “I’m Methodist myself.”
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Robin Hemley
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Chicago, United States of America
Date:
1996
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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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Gootie, my grandma, was a short, large-boned woman who made the kitchen her kingdom. She entered the living room only on special occasions—like Monday night to watch “I Love Lucy.” She had to think…
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Max Apple
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Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1994
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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
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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