Interview: Esther Woolfson

By Jenni Frazer, August 22, 2008

We meet the Chinese-speaking author who writes brilliantly about her close - feathered - friends

‘On Friday evenings, she recognises... the sound of Kiddush, the lighting of candles, the recitation of blessings (my one enduring nod towards the life spiritual)... and will express eager, vocal anticipation of the coming of Shabbat... or the cutting of the challah... Such frummers! Who'd have imagined!"


Ten of the best: your poetry guide

By Peter Lawson, August 14, 2008

We discover an abundance of wit, history and linguistic versatility in a review of recent collections of verse

Jewish poets frequently cross language barriers. Among the volumes under review is material first published in French (Claude Vigée) and Hebrew (translated by Peter Cole). Katia Kapovich originally wrote in Russian before her emigration to the United States. Lotte Kramer's native language remains German, though she writes in English.


Review: I Was Told There'd Be Cake

By Francesca Segal, August 14, 2008

By Sloane Crosley
Portobello, £7.99


Sloane Crosley would make a brilliant best friend. And reading her book of essays, I was Told There'd Be Cake, is very much like sitting down with her for a gossip, listening to a very funny girl tell very funny stories.

Crosley is a New Yorker in her late 20s - clever, Jewish, single, with a keen eye and a mordant wit. All the essays in the book will bring a smile, but it is late in the collection that her intelligence and powers of observation come into their own.


How Eastern Europe came to East London

By Anthony Rudolf, August 7, 2008

We re-read a modern Jewish classic and pay a visit to its author, Emanuel Litvinoff


Hypocrisy stripped naked

By Francesca Segal, August 7, 2008

First, let's be clear - I adore Julie Burchill. She's fearless, feminist, razor-sharp, frequently makes me laugh in the best way possible: while making a damn good point. I could kiss her feet with thanks for being a lone, brave, sane voice supporting the Middle East's only true democracy in the face of an epidemic of impossibly trendy, uber-left anti-Israel bile-spitting. If Julie Burchill published her shopping list, I'd buy it.


Review: The Final Reckoning

By Jenni Frazer, August 7, 2008

By Sam Bourne
HarperCollins, £6.99

I wonder whether journalist Jonathan Freedland, in his alternative persona of thriller-writer Sam Bourne, winces when the Daily Mirror seeks to shower praise on him by calling him "the biggest challenger to Dan Brown's crown". It is a barbed compliment. Freedland, after all, can write, while the jury is still out as to whether Dan Brown has yet to acquire such a skill.


Review: Baby Love

By Miriam Shaviv, July 31, 2008

Baby Love: Choosing motherhood after a lifetime of ambivalence


By Rebecca Walker
Souvenir Press, £15


How does a woman preserve her sense of self after becoming a mother? This is the question that shapes Rebecca Walker's provocative pregnancy diary.


Review: Clive Sinclair’s True Tales Of The Wild West

By David Herman, July 31, 2008

By Clive Sinclair
Picador £9.99

Part-fiction, part-history, Clive Sinclair's new book is hard to categorise, but one thing is certain, it has a great subject - the heyday of the Wild West. Here are all the familiar names: Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, Billy the Kid and Geronimo, Dodge City and Custer.


The Hendon cowboy blowing holes in Wild West mythology

By Ben Silverstone, July 24, 2008

We meet a leading Anglo-Jewish writer who has poured his Western-loving heart into his new book


Review: Golda Meir: The Iron Lady Of The Middle East

By Ahron Bregman, July 24, 2008
By Elinor Burkett
Gibson Square, £17.99

Golda Meir, Israel's fourth Prime Minister, whose premiership ran from 1969 to 1974, was admired throughout the western world, though less so in post-1973 Israel.

Despite suffering from cancer, she was called out of retirement at the age of 70 to fill the Prime Ministerial post following the death of Levi Eshkol and thus save the party a succession war between arch rivals Moshe Dayan and Yigal Allon that could have torn it apart.