On the Bookshelf
Romantics, old and new
With the death of Belva Plain last week, we lost another Jewish romantic. If not precisely a peddler of shund love stories, nor a Harlequin novelist per se, Plain, like Erich Segal, churned out an enormously popular oeuvreâ€”reportedly, some 25 million copies of her books have been printed to dateâ€”all of which was smothered enthusiastically with good, old-fashioned shmaltz. Have no fear, though: Even with Plain gone, the Jewish romance is still alive and kicking, though it sets forth these days with varying levels of sentimentality, historical fancy, and bodice-ripping verve.
Joseph Skibellâ€™s A Curable Romantic (Algonquin, October), for one appositely titled example, guides readers back to fin de siĂ¨cle Vienna, where a young Jewish clerk lusts after a young lady he spots at the theater one night with a certain Dr. Freud. Evincing its own lust for history, folklore, and collisions of the two, Skibellâ€™s book introduces its protagonist not just to the granddaddy of psychoanalysis, but also to Ludwig Lazarus Zamenhof, the Jewish doctor who invented Esperanto. Further complicating matters is the heroâ€™s father, who speaks entirely in Biblical quotations, rendered here in Hebrew characters as well as in translationâ€”and, finally, one tenacious dybbuk.
Concerned as much with the failure of romance as with its successes, Andrew Winerâ€™s The Marriage Artist (Henry Holt, October) likewise evinces a fascination with the mating habits of Jews in pre-WWII Austria. It shuttles between the contemporary New York art scene and 1928 Vienna, where a young boy learns the art of ketubah embellishment from his Ostjude grandfather. Love isnâ€™t exactly idealized in the novel (lovers argue, undermine each other, divorce, and throw themselves out of windows), but Winerâ€™s art critic protagonist protests that loving â€śpainfullyâ€ť is inevitable, at least for him and his Russian Jewish flame: â€śWas there any other way for two people to love each other â€¦ when they were each married to someone else?â€ť
If Winerâ€™s novelâ€™s structureâ€”alternating chapters that link Jewish characters across a linguistic and/or historical divide, with a touch of typographical whimsy thrown in at the end for good measureâ€”were to be named after its most iconic practitioner, it would have to be called Foerian Alternation. The History of Love (2005), by Nicole Krauss, is a prime example of that narrative strategy (and before publishing it, Krauss married the techniqueâ€™s namesake). Great House (Norton, October), her third novel, ups the ante, joining four narrative strands, through its characteristically alternating chapters set in New York, Jerusalem, London, and Oxford. Given their ambition and playfulness, thereâ€™s reason to fear an exponential series developing between these two talented writers: Foerâ€™s next novel featuring 16 intertwining stories, Kraussâ€™ 256, then Foerâ€™s next 65,536, ad infinitum.
The index case of Foerian Alernation was, of course, the popular Everything Is Illuminated (2002), in which a young writer with the same name as the bookâ€™s author confects a magical, technicolor vision of a Ukranian shtetl that owes more to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and the fables of Jorge Luis Borges than to anything that Jews have ever said or done. Which is to say that Foerâ€™s project was precisely not to write what has now been published, with a preface by Foer himself, as The Heavens Are Empty: Discovering the Lost Town of Trochenbrod (Pegasus, October). In it, Avrom Bendavid-Val attempts to uncover the actual history of the locale that Foerâ€™s protagonist employed as a blank canvas upon which his imagination could run riot.
Like Foerâ€™s and Kraussâ€™ clever children and adolescents, the protagonists of Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares (Knopf, October)â€”a follow-up by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan to their tikkun olamÂ-mentioning, Michael Cera-driven-adaptation-producing Nick & Noraâ€™s Infinite Playlistâ€”are at times impossibly charming. In the words of one blogger: â€śItâ€™s just so so so so so so so CUH-YUTEâ€”the romance!â€ť The novel gets started during Christmas break when boy meets girlâ€™s Moleskin notebook (at the Strand! among J. D. Salingerâ€™s books!) and follows the 16-year-olds (in alternating chapters!) as they trade dares and flirt and act pretty damn adorable. Oh, and thereâ€™s also, unsurprisingly, a â€śgay Jewish dancepop/indie/punk band called Silly Rabbi, Tricks Are for Yids.â€ť
Naomi Ragenâ€™s take on contemporary Jewish romance is much less happy-go-lucky: Her latest novel, The Tenth Song (St. Martinâ€™s, October), begins with a woman delighting in â€śthe answer to every Jewish motherâ€™s prayerâ€ť who will soon marry her daughter, a Harvard Law student, when a piece of bad news arrives: her accountant husbandâ€™s arrest â€śfor transferring money to support terrorist organizations that are responsible for the deaths of American soldiers.â€ť This impels the whole family to travel to Israel, where they can reconsider their values.
Before romance novels began crowding the racks at supermarkets, there were romantics: the 19th-century kind, like the composer Gustav Mahler. The British novelist and classical-music journalist Norman Lebrecht makes a decidedly personal case for the continuing relevance of that particular sort of romantic in his widely panned Why Mahler? How One Man and Ten Symphonies Changed Our World (Pantheon, October). Among other aims, the book pushes what one reviewer describes as Lebrechtâ€™s deeply held, though not widely accepted, belief that Mahler, who converted to Catholicism so as to take a gig directing the Vienna Court Opera, â€śwas not â€¦ uneasy about, or in flight from his Jewish background, but rather fully and even happily determined by it.â€ť
All romances end. Even the passionate, eccentric ones, like the marriage of the Nobel Prize-winning playwright Harold Pinter and his second wife, Antonia Fraserâ€”â€śthe working-class Jewish boy from the East End and the Catholic aristocrat with her title,â€ť who found common ground in their mutual membership in what she calls â€śthe Bohemian class.â€ť Fraser, a biographer, chronicles their relationship in Must You Go?: My Life With Harold Pinter (Nan A. Talese, November), a mix of her diaries and more recent reflections, which one reviewer has described as having â€śat times a bosom-heaving, lace-handkerchief-fluttering quality.â€ť Torrid as the relationship may have beenâ€”it began, scandalously, with an all-night, extramarital lovemaking session that Fraser recallsâ€”it could not outlive Pinterâ€™s death in 2008. Except in the form of this book, of course, where, like other literary romances, it will outlive all of us.
Five years after Leo Rosten’s The Joys of Yiddish came out in 1968, National Lampoon offered its own take on the mother tongue
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