Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Last Tuesday of 2008

Tuesday, 30 December 2008.

I did revision in the Central Brooklyn Library today. It is really a spectacularly large library. 25 minute walk from my apartment or jump on the 2 or 3 train to Grand Army Plaza or Eastern Parkway - Brooklyn Museum stations. 

I learned that last Sunday, 28 December 2008 was the last Sunday that the library will be open on Sundays. What a shame. 

It is another example of all good things come to an end, I guess fitting to end it at the close of the year.

I also read that the final minute of 2008 will last 61 seconds. So make the most of the extras.

Less than 48 hours from 09. 

Monday, December 29, 2008

Crush Hamas and brave the backlash

The article, with the link provided below is a read well worthwhile. Michael Oren clearly and succinctly explains what Israel is doing right and what the world ought to know.

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,24853482-7583,00.html

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Today's annoyances

3 things really annoyed me today.

1) People who have condemned the defensive incursion in Gaza. This is self defense in the clearest of forms.
2) Civil libertarian whingeing do-gooders who are destroying any chance of peace worldwide.
3) A journalist who mouthed off concerning the soon to be ex president of the USA. The only reason she holds such a position is because of her colour. Another example of affirmative action gone horribly wrong.

So we pray, because we can.
We will defend, because we must.
We have hope, because we are the Chosen.

The sleeping innocent Lion

A friend told me....

Good advice : Never poke , prod or torment a sleeping Lion.... For eventually it will rudely awake and savagely pounce on  its tormentor !!!! 


Saturday, December 27, 2008

I am Proud of The Israeli stance on Gaza operatives.

I am proud of the Israeli Defense Force's operations in Gaza. It is plain and simple. It is imperative that Hamas, a listed terrorist organization, is estopped from further senseless attacks on innocent Israeli's who are living lawfully in their country.

The Israeli's are being Defensive, because no one else will.

May G-D protect the Israeli soldiers, its citizens and world Jewry at large.

Friday, December 26, 2008

The final hurrah of 2008

So here it is, the final weekend (Chamshush - Israeli slang for weekend) of 2008. The year has been big and grand, so here too for 2009. 

Some people prefer the number 8 to 9 and might want to remain with the 8's. Remember, what is, is history and what will be is somewhat of a mystery. 

Congratulations to those who have announced good tidings in 2008 and for those who will in 2009.

Welcome 2009, welcome to history.

I was born on the cusp of imagination and mystery.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Some music for your ears

Check these bands out. Reggae/Rock/quasi soul.

311
The Expendables 
Modest Mouse
The Wallflowers
Pepper
State Radio
The Roots

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

December report and 2008 wrap up

I pen these words as we celebrate the festival of lights and in turn wish each and everyone happy Chanukah, Merry Xmas and well into the New Year.

The winter has finally arrived in New York in all of its glory. Snow descended on the boroughs of New York, hurricane like winds lashed the city and rain continues to plummet down. Seemingly G-d is showering the world with blessings and luck. Many would opine, that it is all bit too late. I’ll take all the blessings that I can.

All is good from the urban streets of New York. I have begun my preparation course for the New York Bar Examinations. I have had lectures and have been poring over material such as Criminal Law, Criminal Procedure and Corporations Laws. Another 20 subjects await my studies for the New York Bar. The Americans have an interesting and peculiar list of legal jargon, amongst their other strong attributes, including the now infamous Bernard Madoff. They like to work with degrees of crime.  Legislators seem to find some degree in which they can work with to keep crims in the slammer.  Yet, there is more.  A whole lot more. But like the marathon, I will keep a steady pace and soldier on through the studies. I will not glance over my shoulder from time to time making sure that the next competitor is close by. I’m running my own race. I’m going for gold.

December has been good. My sister and brother in law visited on their way to their new abode in Australia. We rode the subway, we walked the cobblestone streets of Soho and we ate Mediterranean style food in the West Village.

So the year of 2008 is drawing to a close. It has been laden with history and mystery. It has been inundated with blessings and joyous times. It has been swamped with accomplishment and achievement. Unfortunately it has also been the victim of tragedy and loss.

In no order of importance, these are some of the highlights of 2008. America elects its first black President, Barack Obama. It is time for change he says. She says, time will tell. It is made public that yes, we are in a recession. World markets tumble and descend into the lowest figures seen since the great depression.  Investment banks and financial institutions are wound up, bought out and assisted by Governments in extraordinary circumstances.  The price of oil fluctuates while people’s hearts flutter as they watch numbers and figures fall and fall in Wall Street. Unemployment is rising while Lake Tiberias is dropping. OJ Simpson is convicted of armed robbery and is now a prisoner, finally. Innocent holy people were mercilessly murdered because they were Jewish. Terrorism is still being fought. That is just some of what happened in 2008.

People were wed, funerals were held, babies were begot and many drinks were consumed. The world is a year older and apparently poorer. Some of us are wiser others have become inferior. The Messiah is a step closer. And people continue to be people.

I sign off with best wishes of luck in the New Year.  Let us take all the lessons learnt and resolutions made in the past and retain them and use them as tools for our new year. Keep doing good acts of kindness for the Royal Highness and whomever else you encounter, remembering, you get what you give. So from the end of 2008, starts a new beginning in 2009. I bless you all with a year where whatever you desire, dream and intend on eventuates.

Shlomy

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Barbri and preps underway for New York Bar Exam onslaught

So I have begun my onslaught by prepping myself for the New York Bar exam. I attend Barbri, (so far I recommend) at Times Square. Presently, I have Criminal Law, Criminal Procedure and Corporations Law to deal with. More to follow. Though I like to be a leader.

Please pay visits to the Midtown Library on 5th Avenue in the afternoons of most days, minus the weekend.


Monday, December 22, 2008

Global Warming

I agree that the theory of global warming doesn't hold. It is short on data, evidence and simple facts. It is as simple as that. Global warming is a farce. 

I raise the issue as to Global warming because I saw a advertisement for the Global warming exhibition at the Museum of Natural History, New York City on the subway today.

I will be giving that exhibition a miss.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Everything is Illuminated - Happy Chanukah

Wishing all a Happy and illuminated Chanukah. Miracles happen and occur each day in this world. The miracle of the last few drops of oil that lasted 8 nights, when in the course of nature it was only supposed to last for one night.

 

However G-d is great, grand and majestic in the operation and upkeep of this wonderful world. Miracles are performed on a daily basis. Chanukah is evidence of this theme.

 

May the lights of the Menorah/Chanukia/Candelabrum illuminate everything in our entire lives.

Merry Chanukah


Saturday, December 20, 2008

Mispronunciation

So I was watching a certain TV news coverage on Saturday night and the newsreader mispronounced the word 'plethora'. The news is a live streaming newscast, broadcast across statewide television. He is either uneducated, using words too sophisticated for him or it is another example of affirmative action gone horribly wrong. 

The competent newsreader is yet again banished into exile. 

This is not a racist based comment.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Snow in New York City

Friday morning snow descends on New York. From my living room window, snow gathers and covers the earth and its terrain. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Make a toast in memory of my grandfather

Today 21 Kislev in the Jewish calender marks the anniversary of the passing of my grandfather Moshe the son of Nechemia, of blessed memory. My grandfather braved and survived the onslaught of Nazi Europe during World War II. 

Like many other survivors, my grandfather together with my grandmother Malka, may she be healthy till 120 and more, established a new family in Australia and maintained his relationship with his sole surviving son from before the war, who moved to Israel. My father was born to my grandparents in Sydney, where he was raised and brought up on the principles and morals of being a proper Jew. 

My Grandfather brought to Australia a rich infused homely Jewish culture that is not too commonplace these days. He infused in our family the directions and model of life we ought to live. 

May the soul of Moshe the son of Nechemiah be elevated to the highest of realms and merit to see him soon with the revelation of the Messiah.

He is the hero of my father. He is my grandfather.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Day of Redemption & Gratitude

When one befalls an incident in life which was dangerous and precarious and survives to tell the story, then one gives thanks and gratitude to G-d. 

So thank you G-d for redeeming the life and soul of Chabad Chassidus.

Thank you G-d for saving my life. ( May 2006 - Iyar 5766 )





Sunday, December 14, 2008

Brooklyn Museum - Gilbert & George exhibition


Sunday - 14 December

Visit to Brooklyn museum, 20 minute walk from my apartment. 

Enjoyed the art of Gilbert & George, especially 'Flagration' 2008 (see above).

Here are some of the 'Laws of Sculptures' by Gilbert & George 1969.

1) Always be smartly dressed, well groomed, relaxed, friendly, polite & in complete control.
2)Make the world believe in you and pay heavily for this privilege.
3) Never worry, assess, discuss or criticize but remain quiet, respectful & calm.
4) The Lord chisels still, so don't leave your bench for long.

It is all open for interpretation and I am lost in translation.

'Fragile dress' by Andy Warhol 1966 also a must see. 

I also was fascinated by 'The Moorish Room' 1860's remake of a townhouse.

The permanent exhibition of Egyptian Art is also spectacular. The 'Hagop Kevorkian gallery' Ancient Middle East art. An amazing story of the journey of the 12 massive alabaster slabs of ancient art. From the palace of King Ashur Nasir Pal II, Mosul, Baghdad, London, Boston and finally to its current location in the Brooklyn Museum, New York.

New acquisition for the museum; Pablo Picasso 'Woman in Gray' 1942.

 


Friday, December 12, 2008

Zimbabwe and Mugabe

Additionally, on the topic of Zimbabwe there is this;


and this

http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,24791134-5012772,00.html

A 500 Million Zimbabwean Dollar note.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Currency

A friend of mine asked me to find out what one British Pound (GBP) would yield in Zimbabwean Dollars(ZWD) . 

So here are the results.

As of today, 11 December 2008, 1 GBP is worth $245,164 ZWD. Now this figure must be put into perspective. The numbers itself portray a shocking and disturbing depiction of the situation in Zimbabwe. However, the situation in Zimbabwe is far worse. Reports have shown that inflation, now called hyperinflation is at 231 million percent as of July 2008.

Staggering and startling.


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Life and Death on the Subway

Tuesday evening 9 December 2008, or it may have already been early Wednesday the 10th, I was traveling on a Brooklyn bound A train. As the subway pulled into 59th St station, one could see emergency personnel and MTA employees scurrying about on the platform. A Brooklyn bound D train was in a stationary position, about a third of the way inside the station. Trapped between the Train carriage and the platform was a corpse. A upper torso covered by a white sheet could be seen. A tragic accident.

One minute the subway so full of life is snaking along the tracks, the next it meets death.

Train safely.

Monday, December 8, 2008

NYC First weekend December 2008 - Chaiton Wedding

Shavua Tov (greeting for the new week) from New York.

Well Shabat (Sabbath) was a great experience for all here in the cold fresh winter. Friday night we ( the men, and Chanel Joined us after Shul-Synagogue) prayed at the local on Eastern Parkway, and then proceeded to Aunt Basha for the Friday night Bash. We did Kiddush(blessing to sanctify the Sabbath, involves alcoholic beverage) , Hamotzi (blessing over the Sabbath bread) , L'chayim (said cheers) , Gefiltte (A sabbath fish delicacy), L'chayim, salads, L'chayim, L'chayim, soup. L'chayim(we toasted many a time) .... you get the drift?!

Was good times all round - jokes were recited, divrei torah propounded (words of torah-Jewish doctrine), food devoured etc etc.

Shabat Day, some males attended services at Ohlei Torah (A Synagogue) for Shabat Hakhel ( A Sabbath of gathering)followed by wedding like Farbrengen(Party). This was the start to the day of inebriates, or more fittingly Yaakov's Ofruf (last sabbath of freedom for an impending groom). The post ofruf Farbrengen, ( where tables are arranged and food and drink is thrown about) took place upstairs in 770(Another Synagogue) . Important Rabbi's (Jewish Spiritual leaders) with beards of all colours, shapes and sizes were giving over words of inspiration and last minute instructions to the groom. Many men ( some still boys) drank spirits of the day in honour of the Chosen(Chosen = groom, in hebrew it is Chatan) , Yaakov . His Brother did him proud, he apparently made it home. On the other hand, a certain member of the Anglesea st crew, was so caught up in the 'spirit'ual inebriate experience, and was last seen heading towards Ohlei Torah Chabad Yeshiva (A Jewish College) for some shut eye. Please notify parents.

The matrimony occurs tomorrow. Freezing temperatures are expected, but no cold feet is anticipated.

Rock on
Peace out

The Weekend was followed by the Chaiton/Gourarie Matrimony, and below are some sentiments.


Hi peoples. Once again.
This is a short version of the Wedding. It will be elaborated on in due course.

The cold bitter winds welcomed the newly Chaiton couple but the spiritual atmosphere of the holy matrimony was present. People were rugged up in coats and scarves and it looked like they were 'Back in the USSR'. As a side point, today the 8th of December marked 28 years since Mark Chapman gunned down John Lennon In New York. It seems like 'Yesterday'. ( even though I was not yet born)

Yaakov and Mushky Chaiton were married under the close observation and sanctification of Rabbi Gourarie, Father of the Bride. There were many Rabbi's and their Rebbetzins, including a surprise visit from Rabbi Ritchie Moss.

Punctuality was the theme of the day, and Rabbi Gourarie made certain that it the schedule was adhered to. The bride circled the groom 7 times, this was counted with meticulous precision by Rabbi Gourarie. Shabsi and Ruthie were filled with smiles, as was Rebbetzin Gourarie.

Yaakov put his foot down for the first and last time and they became Chaitonised. Dancing ensued and the reception was ready to start.

It seems that the only 2 people not to have cold feet were bride and groom.

Mazel Tov


Shlomy

Sunday, December 7, 2008

My December visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art - The 'Met'


Visited The Met today. I attempt to see the Artworks every couple of months. Pictured above is was one my favourites of the day, Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi (Russian, 1842–1910), labeled 'Red Sunset on the Dnieper'.

My favourite exhibit is that found in the Blanche and Levine court. Warhol, Johns and Scully found amongst the Modern Art.

There was also a 'Machzor' Jewish Prayer book, dating back to 1270 from Amsterdam, Holland on display. Beautifully scribed and full of colour and paintings.

I also perused the European Painting collections, appreciating the art of Courbet, Renoir and Fre're.

A great day out.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Let it snow

Snow flurries descend on New York Saturday Night - 6 December 2008. The first of this winter season.

Friday, December 5, 2008

John Lennon (9 October 1940 - 8 December 1980) 28 years on


Monday 8th December marks the 28th anniversary since the shooting death of The Beatles front man John Lennon.

Some sentiments.....

'Imagine' if Lennon would have lived on to write, play and record additional music.
Or does 'Strawberry Fields Forever' do justice for music lovers.
Or shall we just be content and waltz down 'Penny Lane'.
I wonder how 'Dear Prudence is doing?
Are we navigating about in a 'Yellow Submarine'?
Is the world ready for a 'Revolution'?
Is it true 'She Loves You'?
Can we all not just 'Come Together'?
Or should we just 'Let It Be'?
'Yesterday' was 'The Long And Winding Road'.
Let us embrace 'All The Lonely People'.
So 'Twist and Shout' because 'All You Need Is Love'.
Because at the end of the day, in all simplicity 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand'.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The History of Ben Sherman


A rather large blurb about the book written about UK fashion sensation, Ben Sherman. The booked aptly called, 'My Favourite Shirt: A history of Ben Sherman style by Terry Rawlings and Paolo Hewitt.

Enjoy the words....



Everyone has a favourite shirt. Some of you have a favourite Ben Sherman (favorite if you're American like me). And most people who regularly read Uppers probably have a favourite Ben Sherman and most likely can tell you, without hesitation the where, when and what of their first Ben Sherman.

My first came in 1989 from 99X in NYC, NY back when it graced East 7th Street (just across from McSorley's Alehouse). It was a black long sleeved traditional with a "white graph paper lines" pattern (it's still doing ocassional duty to this day). I'd resisted them until '89 as prior I had scoffed at Ben Sherman's because they were de rigeur of the packs of troublesome and obnoxious flight jacket, D.M. wearing NYC skinheads. Soon I began buying them at an alarming rate, a behavior pattern that still continues to this day. Though it would be pompously arrogant to quote the actual number of them hanging in my closets let's suffice to say I more than have enough to represent each year of my life outside the womb on this beautiful planet.

As one might expect "My Favorite Shirt" is a history of the shirt, the man and the image that's endured 41 years. As one might also expect in the tradition of Terry Rawling's other books ("Mod - A Very British Phenomenon" and "British Beat - Then, Now & Rare") it's jam packed with unseen color and black and white photographs of bands, tags, flyers, ordinary folks and of course Ben Sherman shirts. In not so many words, lots of eye candy. Lots.

That said, the book takes meticulous care to give a thorough biography of the man who started it all: Ben Sherman. Ben Sherman was actually born Arthur Benjamin Sugarman in Brighton, England in 1925. Arthur relocated to the U.S.A in 1946 where after a succession of wives it was in California that he learned about the garment trade from his third wife's father, a prosperous garment manufacturer responsible for two highly successful swimwear companies. After a legal name change to Ben Sherman, Artur/Ben successfully applied for U.S. citizenship. Relocating back to Brighton in 1962 when his mother became ill. It was there that the famous Ben Sherman button down collar shirt made it's debut in 1963 and the rest is history. With help from his fourth wife Daphne the company prospered faster than their factories could churn out merchandise. The Sherman's sold the company in 1973 and relocated downunder. After his divorce from Daphne, Ben passed away in 1987 from a heart attack aged 62.

Paolo Hewitt and Rawlings have collected an array of pop stars and personalities (from both "then" and "now") to convey their tales and praise for the legendary garment. It's here that the reading becomes interesting and engrossing. It reads like a virtual who's who of the 60's U.K. music scene with anecdotes from members of The Birds, Action, Animals, Creation (Eddie Phillips reveals the bands famed epaulet shirts were Ben's that had been "acessorized"), Artwoods, Kinks, Dave Dee & Co., Chris Farlowe (who not only collected them but still has them un-used in their original packaging), Troggs, Dave Berry (who writes that Roger Daltrey and Keith Moon would take him to a shop on Carnaby Street to get them on afternoons preceding that evenings filming of "Ready Steady Go") et al.

There's quotes from men/women on the street who were mods/skinheads "back in the day" as well. The late 70's/early 80's are covered by quotes from members of The Jam, Purple Hearts, Flamin' Groovies, Buzzcocks, Undertones, Specials, Nine Below Zero, Chords etc. On the pitch there's George Best (who made sure that his own chain of fashion shops in the late 60's stocked Ben's) and todays Rio Ferdinand. Though by which point with the later the book shifts to a somewhat disturbing contemporary slant that sees photos of barely dressed runway models, glitterati, bleach blonde bimbos, and worst of all Ashton Kutcher (from the U.S. sitcom "That 70's Show" for our non-American readers) in an unbuttoned Ben button up with a Ben tee beneath and a greasy baseball cap proving that Ben's aren't limited to mods and skins but that everyday Hollywood jack asses can wear them too, at least for five seconds till the next fad arrives.

Most distressing and at the same time amusing is the quote supplied from the Def Jam/Phat Farm creator Russell Simons: "Rap is about style. Through their poetry rappers talk specifically about what is cool. With Jay-Z it's those shirts he's wearing - Ben Sherman - with jeans. That's what we're doing in the hood right now". Phew! Maybe my nearest "hood" (Trenton, NJ) is behind the times but I've yet to see the local homies wearing any classic 60's button down's! One wonders what Jam Master Jay had on when he was gunned down. Also on the fad wavelength we get a snapshot of Damon Albarn during Blur's ever so brief "mod" Ben Sherman/suit/DM phase. And there's a photo of a current U.K. band called The Ordinary Boys. Hmmmm. Strangely the book takes an amusing nose dive from 60's ace faces to 21st century slackers with tattoos, earrings and way too much money. I'm certain this is to illustrate the occasional vogue that B.S.'s seem to fall into, but never you mind, when the "hip people" get done there will be more Ben's in discount shops (Loehman's in the U.S.A where you can get them for half the price) and thrift stores (or Charity shops as our colonial cousins call them) for us!

All in all "My Favourite Shirt" is unlikely to appeal to anyone outside of our small circle of friends but it's essential reading and viewing that no respectable modernist type's book shelf should be without. Incidentally my favourite Ben is a late 70's long sleeved number that's two sizes too small, and is a teal, white, navy blue and red plaid abomination that comes out on special occasions.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

An insight into Bashevis Singer

A biographical account of Isaac Bashevis Singer, a literary artist of the highest order. Taken from the Nobel Prize website.

http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1978/singer-bio.html

Read and let it be Read.


In one of his more light-hearted books, Isaac Bashevis Singer depicts his childhood in one of the over-populated poor quarters of Warsaw, a Jewish quarter, just before and during the First World War. The book, called In My Father's Court (1966), is sustained by a redeeming, melancholy sense of humour and a clear-sightedness free of illusion. This world has gone forever, destroyed by the most terrible of all scourges that have afflicted the Jews and other people in Poland. But it comes to life in Singer's memories and writing in general. Its mental and physical environment and its centuries-old traditions have set their stamp on Singer as a man and a writer, and provide the ever-vivid subject matter for his inspiration and imagination. It is the world and life of East European Jewry, such as it was lived in cities and villages, in poverty and persecution, and imbued with sincere piety and rites combined with blind faith and superstition. Its language was Yiddish - the language of the simple people and of the women, the language of the mothers which preserved fairytales and anecdotes, legends and memories for hundreds of years past, through a history which seems to have left nothing untried in the way of agony, passions, aberrations, cruelty and bestiality, but also of heroism, love and self-sacrifice.

Singer's father was a rabbi, a spiritual mentor and confessor, of the Hasid school of piety. His mother also came from a family of rabbis. The East European Jewish-mystical Hasidism combined Talmud doctrine and a fidelity to scripture and rites - which often merged into prudery and strict adherence to the law - with a lively and sensually candid earthiness that seemed familiar with all human experience. Its world, which the reader encounters in Singer's stories, is a very Jewish but also a very human world. It appears to include everything - pleasure and suffering, coarseness and subtlety. We find obstrusive carnality, spicy, colourful, fragrant or smelly, lewd or violent. But there is also room for sagacity, worldly wisdom and shrewd speculation. The range extends from the saintly to the demoniacal, from quiet contemplation and sublimity, to ruthless obsession and infernal confusion or destruction. It is typical that among the authors Singer read at an early age who have influenced him and accompanied him through life were Spinoza, Gogol and Dostoievsky, in addition to Talmud, Kabbala and kindred writings.

Singer began his writing career as a journalist in Warsaw in the years between the wars. He was influenced by his elder brother, now dead, who was already an author and who contributed to the younger brother's spiritual liberation and contact with the new currents of seething political, social and cultural upheaval. The clash between tradition and renewal, between other-worldliness and faith and mysticism on the one hand, and free thought, secularization, doubt and nihilism on the other, is an essential theme in Singer's short stories and novels. The theme is Jewish, made topical by the barbarous conflicts of our age, a painful drama between contentious loyalties. But it is also of concern to mankind, to us all, Jew or non-Jew, actualized by modern western culture's struggles between preservation and renewal. Among many other themes, it is dealt with in Singer's big family chronicles - the novels, The Family Moskat (1950), The Manor (1967), and The Estate (1969). These extensive epic works have been compared with Thomas Mann's novel, Buddenbrooks. Like Mann, Singer describes how old families are broken up by the new age and its demands, from the middle of the 19th century up to the Second World War, and how they are split, financially, socially and humanly. But Singer's chronicles are greater in scope than Mann's novel and more richly orchestrated in their characterization. The author's apparently inexhaustible psychological fantasy has created a microcosm, or rather, a well-populated microchaos, out of independent and graphically convincing figures. They bring to mind another writer whom Singer read when young - Leo Tolstoy.

Singer's earliest fictional works, however, were not big novels but short stories and novellas, a genre in which he has perhaps given his very best as a consummate storyteller and stylist. The novel, Satan in Goray, written originally in Yiddish, like practically all Singer books, appeared in 1935 when the Nazi catastrophe was threatening and just before the author emigrated to the USA, where he has lived and worked ever since. It treats of a theme to which Singer has often returned in different ways and with variations in time, place and personages - the false Messiah, his seductive arts and successes, the mass hysteria around him, his fall and the breaking up of illusions in destitution and new illusion, or in penance and purity. Satan in Goray takes place in the 17th century, in the confusion and the sufferings after the cruel ravages of the Cossacks, with outrages and mass murder of Jews and other wretched peasants and artisans. The people in this novel, as elsewhere with Singer, are often at the mercy of the capricious infliction of circumstance, but even more so, their own passions. The passions are frequently of a sexual nature but also of another kind - manias and superstitions, fanatical hopes and dreams, the figments of terror, the lure of lust or power, the nightmares of anguish, and so on. Even boredom can become a restless passion, as with the main character in the tragi-comic picaresque novel, The Magician of Lublin (1961), a most eccentric anti-hero, a kind of Jewish Don Juan and rogue, who ends up as an ascetic or saint.

This is one of the most characteristic themes with Singer - the tyranny of the passions, the power and fickle inventiveness of obsession, the grotesque wealth of variation, and the destructive, but also inflaming and paradoxically creative potential of the emotions. We encounter this tumultuous and colourful world particularly in Singer's numerous and fantastic short stories, available in English translation in about a dozen collections, from the early Gimpel The Fool (translated 1953), to the later work, A Crown of Feathers (1973), with notable masterpieces in between, such as, The Spinoza of Market Street (1961), or, A Friend of Kafka (1970). The passions and crazes are personified in Singer as demons, spectres, ghosts and all kinds of infernal or supernatural powers from the rich storehouse of Jewish popular imagination. These demons are not only graphic literary symbols, but also real, tangible beings - Singer, in fact, says he believes in their physical presence. The middle ages rise up in his work and permeate the present. Everyday life is interwoven with wonders, reality spun from dreams, the blood of the past with the moment in which we are living. This is where Singer's narrative art celebrates its greatest triumphs and bestows a reading experience of a deeply original kind, harrowing, but also stimulating and edifying. Many of his characters step with unquestioned authority into the Pantheon of literature, where the eternal companions and mythical figures live, tragic and grotesque, comic and touching, weird and wonderful people of dream and torment, baseness and grandeur.

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