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This illustration depicting Jewish death and mourning rituals (a sick man on his deathbed, a body laid out for burial, and a funeral procession) appeared in the book, Jüdisches Ceremoniel (Jewish…
Snow has fallen, with no light. A month
has gone by now or two, since autumn in its monkish cowl
brought tidings my way, a leaf from Ukrainian slopes:
“Remember it’s wintry here too, for the…
Leuchtentrager sets down his cup. “And there’s no end in sight to the confusion,” he says as though his mind were seriously troubled by this, “they say the Wandering Jew was seen again, not far from…
Around noon they got dressed warmly and went for a walk. The fog stood high, suddenly the sun broke through, Jesuit Meadow was full of snow. As they crossed Rustenschacher Street there was a Breughel…
Jakob Fandler took uneasy note of the changes in his son. It was as if a stranger he had known for a long time and then banned from his life, had suddenly shown up and moved in with him. He had…
Something is wrong between me and the story I want to write. Whatever subject I touch on, after five or four, sometimes even two pages, either the story throws me out or I throw myself out. As if I…
We couldn’t be Jews, my brother finally explained, raising his voice, because our grandmother had not been Jewish, and for Jews only your mother counts. We weren’t even half-Jewish, because our father…
Odets:(pulls a silver cigarette case from his pocket, takes out an unfiltered cigarette, offers the case to Werfel) Smoke?Werfel:Nicotine is bad for you…thanks. (He takes out three cigarettes and puts…
Ruschuk, on the lower Danube, where I came into the world, was a marvelous city for a child, and if I say that Ruschuk is in Bulgaria, then I am giving an inadequate picture of it. For…