It would be funny if it weren’t so tragic. Or do I mean, it would be tragic if it weren’t so funny? The political condition of post-Brexit Britain is what I’m talking about: the national mood. Sick with fear and fastened to a dying animal, we know not what we are.
Things, though, have taken a turn, perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse, with Jeremy Corbyn’s surprise announcement at the end of August that the Labour Party will reverse its position on Brexit and back continued membership in the European Union single market beyond March 2019, when departure from the union was meant to be done and dusted.… Seguir leyendo »
Tonight, Hanukkah begins. The word — Hanukkah — is lovely, but what’s the festival itself for? What does it do?
As a rule, Jewish holidays are marvelous affairs. Passover relates the great narrative of the Jewish flight from Egypt in a form that lends itself to rumbustious family dinners — those who want to recite every word of it in Hebrew contesting with those who want to get it over and done with expeditiously in English, but everybody coming together in exaltation to visit boils and locusts on the ancient Egyptians.
Purim gives us a pantomime villain in Haman the Jew-murderer and the chance to eat hamantaschen, the delicious little fruit and poppy-seed pastries, spiced with anger and made in the shape of the scoundrel’s dastardly three-cornered hat.… Seguir leyendo »