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Writing The Rabbi in the Attic

April 4, 2017

The Rabbi in the Attic by Eileen PollackGiven that I grew up at my family’s hotel in the Catskills and THE RABBI IN THE ATTIC was my first published book, it’s not surprising that most of the stories are set there. Woodstock really did happen a few miles from my house. After our hotel was sold, I worked summers at a crazy insurance company processing reports about the accidents that befell the elderly Jewish guests (and young campers) who vacationed in the region. The insurance office was straight out of a Philip Roth novel or a play by David Mamet, but I wanted to look at what it was like to be a young woman in such a crazy, sexy environment. (The experience must have been universal; one of the two stories set at the insurance company, “Neversink,” won a Pushcart Prize.)

As to the collection’s title story, I got the idea when I was sitting on my uncle’s porch, listening to the older men who ran our synagogue lament the fact that the overly zealous rabbi they had just fired refused to move out of the attic of the house that came with the job. Maybe, my uncle mused, if they hired a new rabbi, they could tell him that he could only live in the house if he managed to talk his predecessor out of the attic.

If you are a writer listening to such a conversation, you know you have the plot of the story. And if you hear that phrase, “the rabbi in the attic,” you know you have a title. More than that, I knew I had a theme. As someone who had grown up in a semi-Orthodox family but who had since broken away to become a liberal feminist, I knew that I was constantly trying to dislodge the Orthodox rabbi who kept nattering away in my own attic. I also knew that many of my friends had similarly strict, old-fashioned and judgmental rabbis, priests, ministers, upright Baptist aunts and grandmothers in their heads, criticizing their every move. (I am happy to say that some of my most enthusiastic fan mail has come from Unitarian ministers.)

Next year, I have a new novel coming out … THE BIBLE OF DIRTY JOKES, also set at a hotel in the Catskills (as well as a casino in Las Vegas). If you want to get a head start on that one, if you want to know what it was really like to grow up in the Borscht Belt, you can do worse than start with the stories in THE RABBI IN THE ATTIC.

Eileen Pollack

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The True Story of the Only Mass Escape from a WWII Concentration Camp

March 16, 2017

A Story of Heroic Achievement by Richard Rashke

Book on SobiborOn October 14, l943, six hundred Jews imprisoned in Sobibor, a secret Nazi death camp in eastern Poland, revolted. They killed a dozen SS officers and guards, trampled the barbed wire fences, and raced across an open field filled with buried anti-tank mines. Against all odds, more than three hundred made it to safety in the woods. Fifty of those men and women managed to survive the war.

In this fully updated edition of the book, Escape from Sobibor, Richard Rashke tells their stories, based on interviews with eighteen of the survivors living in the United States, Israel, Poland, and Brazil. He not only vividly describes the biggest prisoner escape of World War II, he also delves deep into the hearts and souls of those survivors.

Translated into eleven languages and made into a movie, Escape from Sobibor is a story of unimaginable cruelty and the power of unbridled hatred. But it is also a story of courage and a fierce desire to live and to tell the world what truly went on behind those barbed wire fences. The San Francisco Chronicle called it, “a memorable and moving saga, full of anguish, a reminder never to forget.” Given the widespread hatred and anti-Semitism sweeping across America today, Escape from Sobibor remains highly relevant.

Richard Rashke is also the award-winning author of The Killing of Karen Silkwood; Useful Enemies: America’s Open-Door Policy for Nazi War Criminals; Whistleblower’s Dilemma: Edward Snowden, Karen Silkwood and their Quest for the Truth; and the Sobibor-related play Dear Esther.

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Clara’s Heart

March 16, 2017

A Novel by Joseph Olshan

A young writer trying to finish his first novel has the whole world before him.  And this wider world is certainly a contrast to the finite world within his fiction.  When I was in my twenties and finishing my first novel, Clara’s Heart, I had no idea how the book would fare; I was, after many attempts, just trying to get the book right.  I had a larger-than-life character who seemed to know what she wanted and whose Jamaican patois became poetry whenever she spoke.  What Clara said was often as surprising to me as the writer as it became to the many readers who got to know her after the book was published.  Clara may have come from a different world and from a different culture, and yet she is probably my greatest fictional creation.  She somehow lives more vividly on the page than all the other characters I’ve created whose worlds are arguably much closer to my own.

And that was the magic that blessed me when I was writing Clara’s Heart. That was the inspiration that came from an almost mystical place.

When the book was finally published and sold to many foreign countries, I was surprised that my little story about a housekeeper who takes care of a young man whose parents are divorcing, could be related to by readers living in other languages and other cultures.  But then my Finnish publisher said something interesting to me. “Think of all the people who are hired to take care of children all over the world and who grow close to these children only to lose them when the children grow up. This is a story that anyone anywhere can relate to.”

Hollywood seemed to agree because a film, starring Whoopie Goldberg and Neil Patrick Harris was made of Clara’s Heart.

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My New Orleans

March 11, 2017

A Memoir by Peter Wolf

My New Orleans with cafe au lait and beignets - wonderful!Written by a sixth generation New Orleanian, My New Orleans Gone Away, A Memoir of Loss and Renewal, takes you to a New Orleans you cannot see, a New Orleans you cannot find by yourself, a New Orleans you will never forget, and if you already love the city, a New Orleans you will understand in a new way.

You will understand what really happened to New Orleans when Hurricane Katrina devastated the city, the worst natural disaster in the history of America, in a way you have never imagined. Not the news story, but the real story.

You will be guided to the best restaurant in America, Mosca’s, ten miles out of town in the nearby swamp. And you’ll meet Johnny Mosca, find out what to order and why, and become aware of the generally unrecognized connection of the founding of this creole-Italian roadhouse emporium of culinary delight to the mafia underworld that once had such a strong hold on the city.

You will come to understand Mardi Gras as so much more than a street celebration with brightly decorated floats whose krewe riders throw beads and trinkets to the imploring massed curbside throng. You will find out that this is the manifest and disguised tip of an old entrenched social hierarchy that has long dominated the power centers of New Orleans, and how racial and social discrimination lurk behind the gaiety.

Most of all you will get to read an intimate, coming of age story of a shy boy from the south who ventures to Exeter, to Yale, to Paris and to New York who eventually becomes a noted urban policy expert, architectural historian and writer. My New Orleans is a portrait of a generation as well as a portrait of America in the mid-twentieth century.

A New York Times bestseller: A “charming” memoir of growing up Jewish among New Orleans high society—and finding a place in the bigger world (Winston Groom, The Wall Street Journal).

Available: Hardcover, Paperback, Kindle and Audible

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One of These Things First (excerpt #2)

August 9, 2016

“I stepped back and considered myself in the mirror.
No strapping high school freshman here. I was pale and
pudgy, and I had tortured my mess of wavy strawberry
blond hair into a perfect inch-high pompadour, hardened
in place with thick white hair cream, like plaster of Paris.
I had meticulously doctored an inflamed whitehead under
my bottom lip with Clearasil, so I wouldn’t be embarrassed
when they found me. I was also spiffed up for the occasion,
new clothes, slacks and sweater in shades of forest green,
the big retail color of the season.

I moved closer to my reflection until my breath condensed
on the glass and I tasted it with my tongue, one
lick, two licks, cold and salty, and I concentrated deeply
into the eyes of the boy in the mirror and tried to will
another boy out of me, like the spirits that stepped out of
dead bodies in the movies, only this boy would tell me if I
could grow up . . .”

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One of These Things First (excerpt #1)

August 8, 2016

 

One brilliantly cold afternoon in March of 1962, three months past my fifteenth birthday, I set out on a course of action that would shake my world from its wobbly orbit and spin it off on an unanticipated new trajectory. I managed to escape the hawk-eyed scrutiny of the three saleswomen in whose care I had been left, and slipped behind the brocaded curtain of a fitting room in the back of my grandparents’ ladies’ clothing store.

The small room was warm and close, the air thick with the cloyingly sweet smell of stale perfume and hairspray. Although only a curtain separated me from the rest of the world, I felt sealed away and safe. Of course, I wouldn’t be safe for long because they would soon realize I was missing and come look for me. The saleswomen didn’t like me in those fitting rooms. The saleswomen didn’t like anything I did. Lily Williams said it wasn’t normal for me to go into a fitting room where women got undressed, although one would think it was the most normal thing in the world for a teenage boy to be curious about a place where women were naked. But I guess maybe not those women, who were mostly overweight and middle-aged, with huge pale breasts like kneaded dough, sometimes with nipples stretched as big around as a saucer.

Those were the kind of women who came from all over the five boroughs of New York City to this Mecca of corsetry, to be fitted from the comprehensive stock of sturdy brassieres, girdles, and long-line undergarments, elaborately constructed of elastic and satin, given shape by metal stays covered by pink plush to prevent chafing. Crucial alterations were attended to while-you-wait with the unparalleled expertise of Katherine, my grandfather’s chatelaine and sergeant at arms, or by my grandmother, at a black 1955 Singer sewing machine.

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