Despite the proliferation of anti- and post-Zionist rhetoric in Britain, Israel remains a central pillar of Anglo-Jewish identity
I love Roger Deakin’s classic paean to open-water swimming, but I can’t get past his line about Jewish ladies in red jackets with big gold buttons
An American visitor with an agenda fearmongers about London’s Muslims
‘Flesh,’ Brigid Brophy’s reissued 1960s novel of middle-class intellectuals, is a psychosexual, art-historical, Rubenesque frolic through English anti-Semitism and suppressed sexuality
As the Jewish population in this northern English city shrinks, locals hope to entice newcomers with cultural events, community involvement, and a reasonable cost of living
How the modern academic discipline of ‘Jewish Studies’ was invented in Renaissance England by the the greatest Christian Hebraist of the age
Staying connected to my family meant coming to terms with more than one name
‘Jane Austen: The Secret Radical,’ reassesses the writer and new face of the £10 note as Jewishly attentive to the complex moral challenges of life
A Tablet continuing series of tributes to the people who hate us
As we turn away refugees, I’m reminded of my mother’s experience trying to enter England from Nazi Germany—and the lifelong scars left by a customs official’s callous rejection
A plan to build skyscrapers necessitates the demoliltion of the city center’s only shul, which the congregation supports. But England’s heritage lobby feels the new real estate would ‘harm’ Manchester’s character.
‘Any attack on Jewish people…should be considered an attack on all of London’s communities and everything we stand for’
The Obamas recently met with British royalty at Kensington Palace, where aides reportedly hid a painting’s plaque with the word ‘Negro’ written on it
On the 400th anniversary of the playwright’s death, drawing back into the light the talented woman who may have inspired some sonnets and The Merchant of Venice
A new program in London brings old and young together—one incy, wincy spider at a time
As a child, I hated the classes at my synagogue’s cheder. Now I send my own children there—and I’m falling in love with Sunday school for the first time.
The once glorious club is in disarray and middling in the second-tier tables, with its last Champions League semifinal years behind
Happy 200th birthday, you ‘hair-oil using, false-jewel wearing, tailorish non-gentlefolk.’ You’re one of us.