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Max arrived at the YMCA on Monday afternoon, August 24, 1959, accompanied by a young actress

14m read

She's never been obsessed before. This is her first time and it's kind of interesting. It's like watching some psychopath in a movie

30m read

This time of day there's no one home, I thought. Only old people and the children, playing hooky from school...

11m read Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu

Only sometimes, when he returned from the swamp behind the railway tracks, chewing grey eucalyptus leaves and holding red poppies...

39m read Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu

Ezra Salim's steps grew smaller and smaller as the ascent from Yosef-marrows to felafel-Shalom grew longer and steeper.

28m read Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu

The Soviets marched into Kovno, and Mama's hair turned white. It used to be the color of used bricks.

30m read

Grandma Golda discovered pizza in the summer of 1953 at The Pelham Parkway Pizza Parlor...

16m read

The rabbi was a young man, not yet forty, not big, not small, with a round, heavy belly that hung over his belt.

23m read Translated from German by John Howard

Rabbi Barton, walking down the tree-lined path to the yeshiva study hall, inclined his head and analyzed a subtle Talmud passage.

14m read

Max felt the humid breeze through the open doors leading to his narrow balcony. He had already walked the dog

23m read

Ruth's mother leaned back in the rocker, her lipstick freshly applied, her purse on her lap, the tremor in her left hand constant.

26m read

Ordinarily Isaac erased emails from the Ivy League university he had graduated almost fifty years ago without looking at them.

29m read

"Jew?!" menacingly intoned the desperate-looking man who was blocking my exit from the elevator

11m read

"Wait." He put out a hand to grab her wrist and pull her back to the bed with him but she easily eluded his grasp.

14m read

First her neighbor Janey came stumbling through the lobby door and, as the dancer held the elevator for her...

25m read

It was early spring, 1968, in the small Lowcountry town of Somerset, South Carolina

8m read

A streetlamp flickered erratically as Hattay Sandor walked down the dark, damp alley, his hat pushed down over his brow

10m read

Isak came home one day after working with his gutters and pipes and copper sheets and sat down on a slatted kitchen chair.

15m read

Herschl. He'd disappeared. Now every morning, just before nine-thirty, Sadie posted herself at the corner

32m read

Turning into the drive, the cab pulled up alongside the cars parked at the curb. The rear door opened, and the passenger stepped out into the cold dusk.

21m read

Every Thursday, Daniel walked the four blocks to Jacob's narrow townhouse, crossing the small square of lawn in two steps.

11m read

At dawn, Suzanne steps outside her apartment at 52 rue Voltaire and realizes she might never walk back in.

18m read

School started on September first. It was a brutally hot day, the city still firmly in the claws of summer.

22m read

The foundation stone of the Museum of Brotherhood had already been laid and excavation work begun...

28m read

Shimshona remembered well when the boy was born. It was a warm summer day, and all the women of the family were hot

15m read