Books about The Book

By David Herman, November 12, 2009

The Chosen
By Chaim Potok
Penguin Modern Classics, £9.99

My Name Is Asher Lev
By Chaim Potok
Penguin Modern Classics, £9.99


Review: Day After Night

By Madeleine Kingsley, November 12, 2009

By Anita Diamant
Simon & Schuster, £12.99


Revealed: con-tricks we are all falling for

By Monica Porter, November 12, 2009

Lying politicians, misleading adverts, dodgy estate agents, cheating traffic wardens… which of us is not sick of the endless deceptions, both big and small, to which we are subjected nowadays? But mostly we just shrug our shoulders, or fume impotently.


Review: A State Beyond the Pale

By David Conway, November 5, 2009

By Robin Shepherd
Weidenfeld & Nicolson, £16.99

The Middle East conflict is being played out in two theatres. One is on the ground, where territory is won or ceded, lives lost and bodies wounded and maimed. The other is in the air-waves and in print, in university lecture theatres and trade union congresses. Here, it is minds that are lost and won.

However well Israel has managed in the former, recent years have seen it steadily losing ground in the latter in the face of a mounting campaign of vilification from a growing and ever more audible chorus.


Is it all just hate-filled ignorance?

By Lawrence Joffe, November 5, 2009

Are Jews everywhere really facing a serious resurgence of antisemitism? Does every spike in anti-Israel sentiment disguise eternal loathing against Jewry? Or is that just alarmist guff, and might current animus simply reflect passing anger at Israeli operations?

Into this fray leaps William Rubinstein, author of Israel, the Jews and the West — the Fall and Rise of Antisemitism (Social Affairs Unit, £10), a curious blend of arresting analysis and at times offensive generalisation.


Tailors who invented Tinsel Town

By Michael Freedland, November 5, 2009

They were the men who created the most significant art form of the 20th century. Every time you go into a cinema, or even turn on the television, mutter a lehayim to the mostly Jewish businessmen who decided there was more to making moving pictures than showing them in fairgrounds on what-the-butler-saw machines.

The magic of these men, collectively called the Moguls, was to decide to create the equivalent of theatrical plays flashed on to screens and shown in palatial buildings without a trace of sawdust — and create Hollywood in the process.


Review: The Communal Gadfly

By Gerald Jacobs, October 28, 2009

By Geoffrey Alderman
Academic Studies Press, £29.50

History professor Geoffrey Alderman has, since March 2002, been the sitting tenant on what might be called Opinion Island, set as it is within a sea of opinions. As the JC’s resident weekly columnist, not only does he share space with such blood-stirring names as Aaronovitch and Finkelstein, Freedland and Phillips, but he also directs his views at a readership never too shy to offer its own thoughts, as can be seen in the Letters to the Editor, which also abut his column.


Review: Some Like It Hot

By Simon Round, October 28, 2009

By Tony Curtis with Mark A Vieira
Virgin Books, £14.99

You have seen the film, now you can read the book — screen legend Tony Curtis’s account of the making of one of the most famous and loved comedies of all time — Some Like it Hot.

The film brought together some of the icons of post-war cinema — Curtis himself, Jack Lemmon, director Billy Wilder and, most notably, Marilyn Monroe, whose involvement in any film was almost invariably a drama in itself.


Review: The Dogs And The Wolves

By Anne Garvey, October 22, 2009

By Irène Némirovsky
Chatto & Windus, £16.99

Between the dogs and the wolves at twilight, according to a French saying, there is no discernible difference. But in this mordant, merciless portrayal of the contrasting lives of rich and poor Jews, the difference between them is akin to heaven and hell.


Review: All Other Nights

By Miriam Shaviv, October 22, 2009

By Dara Horn
Old Street Publishing, £11.99

Inside a barrel in the bottom of a boat, with a canteen of water wedged between his legs and a packet of poison concealed in his pocket, Jacob Rappaport felt a knot tightening in his stomach — not because he was about to do something dangerous, but because he was about to do something wrong.” It is a terrific first line, and as it progresses, Dara Horn’s new novel gets more gripping — both as a straightforward thriller and as a novel of ideas.