In 1936, Nazis celebrated Easter with Judenrein eggs—but a new book of family letters shows the crisis didn’t translate
My grandfather told me his hometown no longer existed. But I found it—and finally came to appreciate my own heritage.
At the intersection of artifice and experience comes a beguiling fantasia on Jewish themes, ‘I Pity the Poor Immigrant’
Before writing a novel about the gangster’s immigrant yearnings, I went digging in the dark corners where he lived
My father used to share his harrowing childhood memories every year at the Seder. Now I make sure his memories will survive.