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Under the Influence of Golems

Friday, April 26, 2013 | Permalink
Earlier this week, Helene Wecker wrote about writing a novel in two cultures and Dorkdom. She will be blogging here all week for Jewish Book Council and MyJewishLearning.

Ales golem

Here's a confession: I haven't read that many golem stories. Or at least, as many as someone who's written a book called The Golem and the Jinni probably should've. I haven't read Cynthia Ozick's The Puttermesser Papers, or Marge Piercy's He, She and It. I haven't cracked Thane Rosenbaum's The Golems of Gotham, or the more golem-centered volumes of Terry Pratchett's Discworld series.

When I started writing The Golem and the Jinni, I was really, really unsure of myself. I was embarking on what I knew was my first real book, and it was like all newborn things, delicate and easily disturbed. Something warned me that if I filled my head with the golem stories of other, far more talented writers, I would crowd my own barely-formed golem right out of my brain, or unintentionally mash it into a different image.

Over the years, that intimidation became an almost superstitious avoidance. Maybe now that the book is finished, I can finally crack The Puttermesser Papers without worrying that Ozick's golem will feel more real to me than my own. But in any case, here are a few golem stories that I do know, and that added their own particular flavors to my book, whether I meant them to or not.

1) The old, classic stories of Rabbi Loew and his golem. Honestly, I'm not sure when I first heard these stories. At Sunday school? That sort of Old World folk culture didn't fit with our modern Reform curriculum. My grandparents? My mom's parents were cosmopolitan German Jews; this wasn't really their thing. My dad's folks were the Yiddish speakers, but I don't remember them telling me folk tales. Usually they were too busy trying to get me to eat things. So where did I learn them? It feels like the stories were always there, floating through the ether: Rabbi Loew and his golem, the protector of Prague's medieval Jews during the pogroms. Years later, after I'd started writing The Golem and the Jinni, first my parents and then my in-laws visited Prague and brought me back little translated volumes of golem stories. A few were variations I hadn't read before, but mostly they were already familiar.

2) Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. If you haven't read this yet, seriously, treat yourself. The golem in Kavalier and Clay is the golem, Rabbi Loew's legendary creation. It's a real-world presence in the first part of the book—one of the characters attempts to smuggle it out of Pragu—and a recurring motif through the rest of the book, one of its many threads of longing and sadness. (Really, you've read this, right? Because I can lend you my copy if you haven't.)

3) James Sturm, The Golem's Mighty Swing. Sturm's graphic novel follows a 1920s all-Jewish baseball team facing anti-Semitism as they travel the Midwest. Going broke and looking for a gimmick to fill the seats, they dress the team's one African-American player as a golem, and advertise his prowess. Then, of course, things start to go awry. It's a sad but satisfying tale, and a good baseball yarn as well.

4) Naomi Kritzer, "The Golem." "The golem woke on December 1st, 1941, and saw the future before her like an unrolled scroll." With a first line like that, how can you not read more? This particular golem—the first female golem I ever encountered—is built by two women in Prague who hope to survive the unsurvivable. Kritzer (whom I've known since college) uses her prescient golem to examine ideas of free will, destiny, and choice. (You can find "The Golem" in 2001's Year's Best Fantasy, and in Kritzer's digital collection Comrade Grandmother and Other Stories.)

5) The X-Files, "Kaddish." Maybe I'm cheating a little here, but shows like The X-Files have been as formative to my imagination as the books I’ve read. In this fourth-season episode, Mulder and Scully go to Brooklyn to investigate the strangulation of a neo-Nazi who murdered a Hasidic Jew. I remember feeling proud that the show was tackling a golem story, but also thinking that the supporting players suffered from the unfortunate exoticization that happened whenever The X-Files dealt with an ethnic beastie. That golem, though: pretty creepy.

Read more about Helene Wecker here.

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Thursday, April 25, 2013 | Permalink

Book Cover of the Week: The New Persian Kitchen

Thursday, April 25, 2013 | Permalink

Posted by Naomi Firestone-Teeter

JBC Network author Louisa Shafia returns with her latest cookbook, The New Persian Kitchen (Ten Speed Press). If this one is anything like her last (she published the mouthwatering Lucid Food in 2009), you won't be disappointed. 

Tip: I was lucky enough to take a great cooking class with Louisa several years ago (and hoping for round two this year). If she's visiting a city near you, it's a must.


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On Writing a Novel in Two Cultures

Wednesday, April 24, 2013 | Permalink

Earlier this week, Helene Wecker wrote about Dorkdom and writing while Jewish. She will be blogging here all week for Jewish Book Council and MyJewishLearning.

Yesterday I wrote that my novel, The Golem and the Jinni, is "pretty darn Jewish." In truth, that's only half the story. There are two cultures in my novel, set in New York at the turn of the 20th century: the Jews of the Lower East Side, and the Syrian immigrants who lived in what's now New York's Financial district.

When I started writing this book, I was incredibly daunted at the idea of writing about a culture that wasn't my own. At a guess, I know slightly more about Syrian culture than your average American Jew: my husband is Arab American, so I married into the knowledge, as it were. But it's one thing to know the foods and the holidays and the etiquette, and to learn how to say salaam aleikum and shukran and insh'allah when the cousins visit. It's quite another to create fictional characters who belong to that culture, hopefully true to life and free of generalizations. I really, really didn't want anyone to read my book and cringe, like a British person watching Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins.

And as soon as I started to research, it became all too clear just how little I knew. The residents of "Little Syria," as it was called, weren't Muslim but Christian, mostly Maronite Catholic and Eastern Orthodox from what's now Lebanon. I'd always been flummoxed by the various and subtle differences between Christianities, and now I felt even more daunted. I tried to plug my ignorance with books and informational websites, and often ended up more confused than when I started. I went so far as to order a back issue of a Catholic magazine that had an article I wanted to read. Before long they'd given my name to every Catholic mailing list in America. One charity even mailed me a rosary. I still have it, hidden in the back of my sock drawer, as though from God's prying eyes. How the hell do you throw out a rosary?

After a while I'd read enough to feel like I could start writing. It was important to me that the Jewish and Syrian sections of the book be roughly equal: in length, in weight, in the importance of the characters. I didn't want one side of the book to be merely a catalyst or booster for the other, like the stalwart friend in a romantic comedy. This led to a number of interesting decisions. After some back and forth, I decided not to use any Yiddish sayings in the book. If I couldn't say it in Arabic, then I wouldn't say it in Yiddish either. (I had a couple of salaam aleikums in there before someone told me that only Muslims say it, not Arab Christians—exactly the sort of mistake I was looking to avoid.) I tried to use religious and cultural details sparingly, because a little goes a long way, and I wanted to keep my blunder opportunities to a minimum.

And frankly, my fears weren't confined to the Arab-American half of the book. I grew up Reform, but most of the Jewish characters in my book are Orthodox, which sometimes feels to me like a different religion entirely. It did help, a little perversely, that I'd often find multiple and conflicting answers to a question. Two Jews, three opinions, as the saying goes, and the same thing happened when I'd try to pin down an Arab Christian detail. We Jews don't exactly have a monopoly on that particular trait.

Eventually I decided not to obsess so much over the impossibility of truly knowing something that I myself haven't lived. The only other option would be to worry myself to a standstill—and that was one thing I wasn't willing to do. By its very nature, writing a book is an act of hubris. Here are my ideas, you say, and they're worth your money, time, and attention! But it's also a leap of faith: trust your intentions and stay true to the story, and the effort will be worth it. I'll leave it up to my readers to decide whether or not I've succeeded.

Read more about Helene Wecker here.


The Most Jewish Thing I Do

Tuesday, April 23, 2013 | Permalink

Helene Wecker's debut novel The Golem and the Jinni is now availableShe will be blogging here all week for Jewish Book Council and MyJewishLearning.

When I started looking through the extensive and awe-inspiring Visiting Scribe archives, one theme kept popping out at me: the perennial question, "What Does It Mean to Be a Jewish Writer?" I decided I'd use my space here to offer my own take, but as I thought about it, the question kept shifting into something else. Not what does it mean to be a Jewish writer, but why am I a Jewish writer?

Because I am, undeniably. True, I've only written one book so far, The Golem and the Jinni, but it's pretty darn Jewish. My one other published piece, a short story called "Divestment," is about a German Jewish woman in the last years of her life. When I think about possible future projects—novels, short stories, maybe a screenplay?—inevitably it contains some element of Judaism, either at its center or creeping in around the edges.

This surprises me more than you might think. I don't live what anyone would call a visibly Jewish life. On Friday nights you'll find me on the couch, eating takeout and watching Doctor Who. My weekly dose of group spirituality comes on Sundays, when I drive 45 minutes to a Buddhist meditation center. My husband is a nice young Arab-American man I met in college. (Bashert!) There's no Mogen David around my neck, and no mezuzah at the door, though we do have a lovely silver menorah and an antique page from the Quran. My toddler daughter has only one Jewish-themed board book on her groaning shelf, titled Let's Nosh!—and, let's face it, that sums up a lot of my religious expression right there.

So if it's true what they say, that Judaism is a religion of actions rather than beliefs, then my list is looking kind of skimpy. Except, of course, for the writing.

It's hard to pin down why my writing is the most Jewish thing I do—except that a large part of writing is about exploring a life's undercurrents, whether they belong to the characters or (consciously or not) the writer. And as far as undercurrents go, my Judaism is practically a riptide. Like so many of us, a lot of my first stories were Bible stories, Noah and Jonah and let my people go, and I devoured them, their rhythms and their themes. I'm the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors, and I grew up with those stories too—first told in weighty silences, then in brief but ominous glosses, before finally, when I was old enough, the truth. My family belonged to a Reform congregation that downplayed God and belief in favor of "the Jewish life cycle," and my early years were set inside that structure: Sunday school, Hebrew school, Bat Mitzvah, confirmation, the whole shebang.

In Libertyville, the Mayberry-esque Chicago suburb where I grew up, that made me different. And that difference somehow tied in the other ways that I was different, or at least the ways I felt different. I roll my eyes when I hear others reminisce with bitter pride about their gawky, geeky, Star-Trek-and-X-Men-filled childhoods—yes, you were a dork, we were all dorks, let it go—but it's easy to forget how it could make you feel like the loneliest person in the world. Much has been made of the Jewishness of Superman: the hidden alien, secret and alone, blinking incognito behind those nebbishy glasses. Of course Superman's powers would be flight and invulnerability, and not invisibility. What was so great about invisibility? We dorks already had it in spades.

So there I was, a big ol' Jewish dork, sneaking reads of the latest Dragonlance novel instead of studying my Torah portion. And as I got older, through college and early adulthood, the "life cycle" touchstones and rituals began to fall away. Perhaps it was because they never gained their own intrinsic meaning for me, just a sense of obligation: the whispers from the murdered great-greats and the cousins who never were, hovering somewhere over my shoulder. You do this because it's what Jews do. You do this because we couldn't. But somehow—and there are days when I deeply regret this—it wasn't quite enough.

The stories stayed with me, though, grooved deep into my brain, and were joined by the urge to tell stores—and by some strange transitive property of the subconscious, that urge felt Jewish. Like when I was a kid, and my dad turned me onto Ray Bradbury and Robert Heinlein, and that felt Jewish. And how walking between junior-high classes with my nose buried in a book felt Jewish. And when, in my mid-twenties, I took a serious look at my unhappy career and decided to hell with it, I'm gonna write —that, too, felt Jewish.

So there it is, unfortunately. I don't light candles on Friday night, and my daughter will grow up eating cheeseburgers and moo shu prawns. (Or watching me eat them, at least. Maybe she'll be a vegetarian, who knows?) This is what I do instead. I write, and I write Jewish stories. And even if someday (heaven forefend!) I write a story that has no hint of Jews at all, no turn-of-the-century golems or space rabbis or even so much as an irradiated latke, you can guarantee that that story will still feel to me, in some weird and ineffable way, Jewish.

Read more about Helene Wecker here.

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Warsaw Ghetto Uprising

Friday, April 19, 2013 | Permalink
Posted by Naomi Firestone-Teeter

Today marks the 70th anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. Read about the Polish tribute here and learn more about the Warsaw Ghetto and the uprising with the following books:


 

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Friday, April 19, 2013 | Permalink

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Allison Amend's JBC Network Lessons

Friday, April 19, 2013 | Permalink
Earlier this week, Allison Amend wrote about writing, and not writing, Jewish fiction and the Jewish connection to art. She has been blogging here all week for Jewish Book Council and MyJewishLearning.

In 2011, I was a finalist for the Sami Rohr Prize for Jewish Literature. Thanks to this honor, I was invited to speak at several Jewish book groups all over the country. I would hate to keep the expertise in Jewish book groups all to myself, and so, forthwith, here are:

1. Jews buy books. I don’t know what the statistics are on this, but I’d guess that Jewish women are singlehandedly floating the entire publishing business. They even buy hardcovers.

2. The mad dash at the end of your reading is not to have you sign your magnum opus for posterity, but rather to partake of the slightly dry coffee cake.

3. Members of the JBC Network read your book, and if they don’t like it, they will let you know.

4. Everyone claims to know someone who they want to set you up with, but no one ever follows through on it.

5. It is acceptable to order bacon-wrapped scallops at a pre-reading dinner.

6. In every group, there is always someone who knows my mother.

7. Most people know my father too.

8. The questions I get asked most often: How do you think of your ideas? Did you have to do a lot of research?

9. The two questions I get asked least often: What do you like to eat for breakfast? Why are so many in your generation marrying outside the faith?

10. If you think you’ve met someone before, it’s probably just that she looks like one of your cousins.

Allison Amend's most recent novel, A Nearly Perfect Copy, is now available. Read more about Allison here.

Book Cover of the Week: Zinsky the Obscure

Wednesday, April 17, 2013 | Permalink

Posted by Naomi Firestone-Teeter

Out this week: Ilan Mochari's debut novel Zinsky the Obscure. Read more about Ilan Mochari here and find the book's official website here.


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