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M o c ky marries the woman and fathers a half-angel baby.<br />

But when the pogromist Chmielnicki comes to town,<br />

M o c ky decides that “earth was no place to raise a kid,” and<br />

smuggles the baby back to para d i s e . O f c o u r s e , o n c e<br />

touched by this worl d, the child has no hope of staying in<br />

the world to come, and returns to earth as fast as he can –<br />

turning up, as it happens, on the Lower East Side.<br />

Steve Stern’s novel fits so seamlessly into the legacy of<br />

<strong>Yiddish</strong> literature that one almost feels as though one<br />

were reading in tra n s l a t i o n . For those familiar with<br />

<strong>Yiddish</strong> fiction, poetry and drama, the references to every<br />

writer from H. Leyvik to Itsik Manger are as dizzyingly<br />

exciting as the novel’s expert depiction of everything<br />

from 1910s <strong>Yiddish</strong> theater to 1970s counterculture,<br />

along with their respective sentimentalism and nihilism<br />

– and the moral questions raised by each.<br />

Yet there is something very American and particularl y<br />

Southern about his work as wel l , evocative of the great<br />

Southern writers who have also braided together memory<br />

and myth: the haze of old ruins, the lost grandeur of t h e<br />

p a s t, the sense of living in a world populated by ghosts.<br />

S a u l ’s trav els through his prolonged adolescence, i n c l u d i n g<br />

pit stops everywhere from a commune in the Oza rks to<br />

P ra g u e’s <strong>Jewish</strong> quarter under Soviet rule, become a picaresque<br />

tale reminiscent of many an American on-the-road<br />

n o v el , and a haunting suicide at the center of the book<br />

reads more like Faulkner than Pe r e t z. <strong>The</strong> connections<br />

between these worlds comes bra c i n g l y, in surprising overlapping<br />

images and symbols: a painting reappears at unexpected<br />

moments; two young men, g e n e rations apart, l i v e<br />

alone in book-filled rooms where women struggle to break<br />

through the walls of books surrounding the young men’s<br />

h e a r t s ; a treehouse Saul lives in on the commune fuses<br />

eerily with the Tree of L i fe connecting heaven and earth.<br />

What is astounding about Stern’s work is how easily he<br />

intertwines these settings and styles,as though this material<br />

were made to work in tandem. I t’s the kind of p e r fect layering<br />

that has reigned supreme in <strong>Yiddish</strong> literature since<br />

M e n d ele combined medieval <strong>Jewish</strong> legends with Don<br />

Q u i x o t e , and the kind that English readers ra r ely have the<br />

treat of e x p e r i e n c i n g . But it is also the kind of n o v el that<br />

ra r ely comes along at all, especially today: the kind of n o v el<br />

that immerses you deep into a well of legend and then ra i s e s<br />

you up refreshed and cleansed and newly aware of how little<br />

s e p a rates this world from both the prior world and the next.<br />

I f that isn’t the ability to breathe fire and light,what is JR<br />

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“‘My son, N a c h m a n , as you know,’” she began reading,<br />

her eyes at once starting to wander while her crooke d<br />

fingers brushed over the words like bra i l l e , “‘was reared<br />

in para d i s e…’” Lowering the pages, she informed me,<br />

“This is for us the ideal story”…a wheeze and a burb l e<br />

“…since it don’t matter should I croak before we finish.<br />

Nathan didn’t never finish the writing of it anyw a y.”<br />

T h e n , prey to a sudden considera t i o n , she gazed at me<br />

o p a q u ely over the book, s a y i n g , “So , N e p h e w…w h y<br />

d o n’t you” ( page 38)<br />

“S a c ked from every position he held for an<br />

incompetence that confirmed his worst fe a r s , N a t h a n<br />

succumbed to a crippling despondency. Had fear not<br />

outweighed his desolation, he might have followed the<br />

grimy caftan who invited him to audition for a local<br />

p i c k p o c keting academy. This was his situation when he<br />

d u c ked out of an afternoon rain shower into the<br />

d o o rway of the <strong>Jewish</strong> Daily Fo rw a r d in its new tens<br />

t o ry tower on East Broadway and diffidently peeke d<br />

inside.…Nathan stood on the threshold, too tra n s f i x e d<br />

by the chaos to flee, when a tall, b u s h y - h a i r e d<br />

gentleman in leather suspenders emerged from an<br />

office to hand him a sheaf o f handwritten pages.<br />

‘Ta ke this, m a ch shnel, to the compositor!’<br />

‘What is it’ asked Nathan.<br />

‘Holy writ,’ the man barke d, peering muddy-eyed over<br />

his spectacles at the former shlepper. ‘ I t ’s newspaper<br />

c o p y, what el s e ’<br />

‘But I don’t work here.’<br />

<strong>The</strong> bushy-haired man seemed incapable of g ra s p i n g<br />

the concept. ‘<strong>The</strong>n why are you holding my copy’<br />

Rather than return them, h o w e v e r, Nathan clutched the<br />

pages to his chest and answered experimentally,<br />

‘ Because I need a job’” ( page 45)<br />

“What they schooled us in, in our angelic cheder, w a s<br />

the wisdom we were supposed to impart to unborn<br />

s o u l s . <strong>The</strong>re was a pointlessness to this opera t i o n , s i n c e<br />

why would you fill a vessel with learning in one worl d<br />

only to empty it in another It was a cruel and unusual<br />

p r o c e s s , which made your immortal souls reluctant to<br />

assume their mortality, just as later, h aving fo rg o t t e n<br />

on earth what they’d learned in heav e n , they were<br />

the jewish reader / october 2005 / page 2

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