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![]() Why do I love first novels? Because writing one is like trying to rebirth our take on life. And the next best thing to writing a first novel is to be able to read one. A restoring vision, and for the technically inclined, a re-imagining of the art of writing…trying to find a fresh approach to storytelling. For all the creative ingenuity of a good memoir, the novel, especially a debut, is like alchemy, a transformation of what could be. Our realism would rot away unless it was repeatedly invented: like God is said in medieval theology to be creating the world, not all at once in a big bang, but continually. Continue reading Who’s Afraid of the Debut Novel? As for Pharaonic civilization I will not talk of the conquests and the building of empires. This has become a worn out pride the mention of which modern conscience, thank God, feels uneasy about. Nor will I talk about how it was guided for the first time to the existence of God and its ushering in the dawn of human conscience. This is a long history and there is not one of you who is not acquainted with the prophet-king Akhenaton. I will not even speak of this civilization’s achievements in art and literature, and its renowned miracles: the Pyramids and the Sphinx and Karnak. For he who has not had the chance to see these monuments has read about them and pondered over their forms. Continue reading An Interview with the Mummy of Naguib Mahfouz Another Brooklyn Yeshiva Boy, Sandy Koufax, arguably the best lefty ever to pitch (or, inarguably if you’re a Jew of a certain age, a certain intensity of allegiance), won with the Dodgers half a century later. A pious Jew with ears like handles on a loving-cup trophy—old-world ears; Franz Kafka ears—Sandy Koufax skipped out on a desperate World Series opener to worship in synagogue; the game had fallen on Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement. This act of steep piety made him a hero—better yet, a mensch—in Hebrew School circles. Continue reading A True Story by Darin Strauss ![]() The Great Man focuses on a great painter’s inspiration, namely the women in his life. I thought this was a very interesting track to take especially since a story about a painter is nothing new. There isn’t a stone unturned in this story, and it’s subtlety and shades of emotional nuance wisely crafted by an author who makes it look and sound like she’s been an active participant in the art world for years. Right away we’re thrown into the discussion of what makes a great painting, where the artist gets his creative inspiration and what exactly that inspiration does all day while the famous artists works. Continue reading The Great Man by Kate Christensen | ||||
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