Lost Tribe: Jewish Fiction from the Edge
Funny, raw, dark, sometimes outrageous, the twenty-five contributors to Lost Tribe explore themes such as conflicted identities, sexual fetishes, religious intolerance, and even the troubled legacy of the Holocaust to create a stirring picture of contemporary Jewish life. Lost Tribe features stories and commentary from a brilliant mixture of critically acclaimed and emerging writers.\ Steve Almond Aimee Bender Gabriel Brownstein Judy Budnitz Nathan Englander Jonathan Safran Foer Myla Goldberg...
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Funny, raw, dark, sometimes outrageous, the twenty-five contributors to Lost Tribe explore themes such as conflicted identities, sexual fetishes, religious intolerance, and even the troubled legacy of the Holocaust to create a stirring picture of contemporary Jewish life. Lost Tribe features stories and commentary from a brilliant mixture of critically acclaimed and emerging writers.Steve Almond Aimee Bender Gabriel Brownstein Judy Budnitz Nathan Englander Jonathan Safran Foer Myla Goldberg Ehud Havazelet Dara Horn Rachel Kadish Gloria DeVidas Kirchheimer Binnie Kirshenbaum Joan Leegant Michael Lowenthal Ellen Miller Tova Mirvis Peter Orner Jon Papernick Nelly Reifler Ben Schrank Suzan Sherman Gary Shteyngart Aryeh Lev Stollman Ellen Umansky Simone ZelitchMinneapolis Star TribuneI highly recommend this collection of fiction...(Lost Tribe) reflects the lives and struggles of all Americans today.
Lost Tribe\ Jewish Fiction from the Edge \ \ By Paul Zakrzewski\ Harper Collins Publishers\ Copyright © 2003 Paul Zakrzewski All right reserved. ISBN: 0060533463 \ \ Chapter One\ \ The Last One Way\ Nathan Englander\ \ Electrolysis promises permanence, hair killed at the roots. As far as Gitta could tell, in eighteen years of weekly visits not a single hair had been dissuaded from growing. Still she crossed to the Italian edge of Royal Hills each week and lay back on the cracked Naugahyde table in Lili's makeshift salon. They talked. Lili shocked and plucked. Then Gitta made her way home red faced and tender, the crisp sting of witch hazel humming in electrified pores.\ Gitta never blamed Lili, not her stiffening fingers or boxy outdated machine. She never expected results. Her life was one of infinite patience and unfinished business, an existence of relations drawn out.\ Quick she didn't look for either. The only quick she had known was her shiddach. One flit of a date in the lobby of a Manhattan hotel and the next month married. For that bit of economy she had paid with eighteen years of miserable marriage and eighteen years separated, waiting for Berel to give her a divorce. She was Royal Hills's agunah, their woman in waiting - trapped in Jewish marriage by loopholeless laws. Not to think that New York State did for her better. A state with no no-fault divorce.Even the blessing of the gentile court she couldn't get. Her reasons weren't prima facie. The judge was not impressed. What more should she have to say than she didn't want to be married? Idiot rules. No-fault in itself an idiot concept. Anyone who's experienced will tell you the same: when a marriage fails, always, always there is fault.\ Up on the stool, switches flicked, the circular bulb of the magnifying light crackled while the gases fired up and raced round the tube. Lili pushed the light into place - Gitta's halo. She then witch-hazeled the glass center, witch-hazeled the needle, witch-hazeled Gitta, and leaned in.\ "I went to the kabbalist," Gitta said, "went to the rabbi. Useless both."\ "And who said useless from the start?"\ "Still, I thought," Gitta said. "Better to try the others one more time. Mystical numbers, I brought. A kabbalist's feast. Married at eighteen for eighteen years. And now eighteen years waiting for a divorce. One second it took to explain. Clear as I'm telling you."\ "Easy numbers," Lili agreed.\ "I got the same as they've been giving all along," Gitta said. "The rabbi wanting to know if there was someone else, if I'd fallen in love, if, God forbid, I was pregnant. The kabbalist, no better. A blessing at the end, much mazal and a healed marriage and a house full of children. Fifty-four years old and wishing me children. And me with a hot flash in the middle."\ "They're waiting for Berel to die of old age. They'll bring you a divorce when they can trail in the mud off his grave along with it. Enough is enough. If he needs to die for you to live, then see to it yourself." For emphasis, Lili sank in the needle and hit the pedal twice, shock-shocking Gitta and tweezing out the freed hair.\ "I picture it done, sometimes. Berel face-down behind the supermarket drowned in a puddle, or in his apartment with a broken neck, by a broken ladder, an empty fixture hanging from the ceiling, and a lightbulb broken in his hand. Accidents. Who would guess? No trail from him to me, from me to you, from you to a husband with a cousin who knows people who do such things."\ "It's a simple transaction, Gitta. Berel's life spent to buy back yours. At this point, a fair price to pay."\ "Terrible. Terrible talk. There is still the matchmaker. A saner idea."\ "Who's been saying matchmaker from the start? You want business done, do it in a business way. You don't go looking for some rabbi's sympathy, you go to the source. If this guy made the match, let him undo it, and let him know there are more permanent solutions. Trust me, it's not killing but the prospect of killing that gets things done."\ "And if it doesn't?"\ "Then there is killing. Win-win situation. For once. For Gitta. Win-win."\ Looking at her now, Liebman remembered her then. He was a pious man and not one for staring. But the matchmaker, well, he is part of a highly specialized field, like the doctor. He is forced to look, to see, with honest eyes.\ His memory confirmed what he saw before him: a woman not easy to match.\ This was not just a cruel judgment, not because so maybe one of her eyes was a little higher than the other, and one of her breasts a whole lot lower so that it pointed out and down and looked like it was embarrassed on its own about the condition and trying to sneak behind Gitta's back to hide. It had nothing even to do with her trademark hirsuteness.\ What Little Liebman could not afford to ignore was her nature. A generous person might pretend not to notice. But it's the matchmaker's job to know. Gitta Floog had always been different, and it threatened everyone. And for all the unfairness she'd seen in her life, Royal Hills somehow looked upon her thankfully. A sad case, but always someone has to suffer. Better it was Gitta. Somehow, underneath, they thought it. Gitta got what she deserved.\ For this prevailing, unspoken feeling, Liebman felt worst of all. In thirty-six years of successful matchmaking she was his only agunah. And to his only agunah he owed his success.\ Little Liebman had long trailed Heshel the Matchmaker begging a chance to make a match on his own ...\ (Continues...)\ \ \ \ \ Excerpted from Lost Tribe by Paul Zakrzewski\ Copyright © 2003 by Paul Zakrzewski\ Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.\ \
AcknowledgmentsIntroductionPt. 1Love and Sex After PortnoyThe Last One Way3Several Anecdotes About My Wife22Julian56Knitting One66Leah96Bachelor Party146Pt. 2Dreams, Prayers, and NightmaresWho Knows Kaddish171Hershel183A Dream of Sleep192Barbarians at the Gates213Ordinary Pain248Die Grosse Liebe265Dreaming in Polish281Walt Kaplan Reads Hiroshima, March 1947293In Memory of Chanveasna Chan, Who Is Still Alive300How to Make It to the Promised Land325The Argument345Pt. 3Mystics, Seekers, and FanaticsBee Season375A Poland, a Lithuania, a Galicia400Consent422Ten Plagues438Seekers in the Holy Land456The Very Rigid Search476Goodbye, Evil Eye505The King of the King of Falafel527The Contributors537
\ Stephen J. Dubner"Read at your own risk—and great reward."\ \ \ \ \ New York Magazine"Where Jewish literature and its youngest brightest practitioners are heading—and to capture them between covers."\ \ \ Aufbau"An anthology as ambitious as it is important...offers a glimpse of the new generation of American Jewish writers. "\ \ \ \ \ New York magazine“Where Jewish literature and its youngest brightest practitioners are heading—and to capture them between covers.”\ \ \ \ \ Minneapolis Star TribuneI highly recommend this collection of fiction...(Lost Tribe) reflects the lives and struggles of all Americans today.\ \ \ \ \ New York magazine“Where Jewish literature and its youngest brightest practitioners are heading--and to capture them between covers.”\ \ \ \ \ Aufbau“An anthology as ambitious as it is important...offers a glimpse of the new generation of American Jewish writers. ”\ \ \ \ \ Library JournalZakrzewski (director, literary programs, Jewish Community Ctr., New York City) presents a selection of stories and novel excerpts by 25 writers of the "post-Philip Roth generation." Divided into three sections-"Love and Sex After Portnoy," "Dreams, Prayers, and Nightmares," and "Mystics, Seekers, and Fanatics"-the book features tales of sexuality, remembrance, and mysticism, followed by paragraph-length afterwords from the writers. Many stories have adolescents as protagonists, and sexual desire and the destruction of European Jewry are common obsessions. In a roster that includes such well-known writers as Nathan Englander, Myla Goldberg, and Jonathan Safran Foer, Gary Shteyngart ("Several Anecdotes About My Wife"), Judy Budnitz ("Hershel," about a baby maker), and Steve Almond ("A Dream of Sleep," a description of an aged caretaker) distinguish themselves. Also exciting are Ellen Miller's "In Memory of Chanveasna Chan, Who Is Still Alive" and Rachel Kadish's view of two old men in "The Argument." The joining of the mundane and the spiritual, modern American Jewish life, and historic Jewish ideals makes this anthology a valuable addition to understanding contemporary Jewish thinking. Recommended for Jewish studies and literature collections.-Gene Shaw, NYPL Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.\ \
