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Good Books: Some Suggestions for Summer Reading

IMG_0193What’s a good book?  Seems to be a question I discuss a lot.  People are always asking me for recommendations.  And there’s almost nothing I like better than sitting with a fellow-reader and talking about books – what we loved as kids, our all-time favorites, what we’re reading now.

But what makes a book “good”?  I read many different kinds of books.  They’re all good but they’re good in very different ways.  Because my days are filled with liturgy and nonfiction, in my free time I read mostly fiction and poetry.  I read a lot, but my list of books read in any given month do not make a lot of objective or easily classifiable sense.

There is fiction I read because the language takes my breath away.   These books push me to become a better writer.  They inspire me to think more about language.  The characters are complex and the writing is smart, poetic and challenging.  The imagery is dense and well-drawn.  The dialogue and the relationships are thick and multi-dimensional.  Sometime there isn’t even that much of a plot to this kind of book, but oh, the writing.

There is other fiction I read where the writing is perhaps a little more pedestrian, a little less lush and gorgeous, but the plot is captivating.  With these books it’s all about the story.  I read these books when I want a story to sink deeply into, when I want to get caught up in a before and a during and an after.  I read these books to find out what happens next.

And then there are mysteries, one of my (not-so-entirely-secret) pleasures.  A good mystery is a puzzle to solve, along with some satisfying story-telling and compelling characters.  The “why” and the “how” are much more compelling than the “who”.  And yes, they’re fun.  Sometimes I need a little fun, even if it comes with a side dish of murder.

So if you’re interested in some good books for the summer, here’s a recommended list of books culled from my reading list over the last month, with titles from all three of the groups above.  They’re not all literary masterpieces, but they’re all good books.

Amy and Isabelle by Elizabeth Strout

The End of the Point by Elizabeth Graver

The View from Penthouse B by Elinor Lipman

The Kitchen House by Kathleen Grissom

Orphan Train by Christina Baker Kline

Schroder: A Novel by Amity Gaige

The Imposter Bride by Nancy Richler

Leaving Everything Most Loved by Jacqueline Winspear

The Book of Killowen by Erin Hart

A Dying Fall by Elly Griffiths

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For Mother’s Day: Thank You for Making Me a Reader

little-house-on-the-prairie-original-coverI come from a long line of reading mothers.  Forget mom and apple pie – for me it’s mothers and books that go together. All of the mothers in my life, past and present, are (or were) huge readers and all have helped shaped me as a reader.

No one influenced my love of books and reading more than my mother.  A former children’s librarian, and then later a professor of education specializing in literacy, my mother turned me on to books from birth.  Language, stories, and books filled my childhood.  She read to me for years, and introduced me to beloved classics. One of her childhood favorites was Heidi; I insisted on drinking my milk from bowls after being introduced to the mountain dwelling Swiss girl and her adventures. Of course I loved the picture books of early childhood, but my real loves were chapter books that allowed me to take my place in new worlds – The Borrowers, the Little House books,  All-of-a-Kind-Family, the Narnia series, Little Women, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Anne of Green Gables, The Little Princess, and The Secret Garden.

I didn’t just read those books, I lived those books; I was those characters.  It didn’t matter that, at a year younger than my classmates, I was shy and somewhat immature – I had my books and the worlds contained within them.  I didn’t need a whole lot else.  There was a period of time when I went to school wearing hiking boots and a long pioneer-like pinafore with a sash, my hair in long braids, à la Laura Ingalls Wilder.  These books contained different worlds and experiences from each other, but they all featured strong, smart characters, mostly girls, who came out ok in the end, no matter the hardships they endured. Those stories reassured me that I too would make it through.

My mother did occasionally have to tell me to put down a book, like when I was crossing a street, but most of the time she just encouraged me to read, read, and read more.  Once in a while she made an attempt to get me to look out the window at the cows (when on car rides) or to go outside and get some fresh air (whatever for?), but mostly she just let me be.

There were also the Holocaust books. It is subject that fascinates her even today.  If a new Holocaust book comes out, she reads it.  As a child I was given a constant stream of holocaust books like The Upstairs Window, When Hitler Stole Pink Blanket, and of course Anne Frank.  It could be argued, lovingly, that there was some excess in this area – I read them hungrily but I’m not sure that for a child growing up in Brooklyn in the 1960’s and 70’s it was normal to occasionally wake up in the middle of the night from Holocaust nightmares.  But she wanted me to know my history as a Jew, and I did.prideandprejudice2

I do have to admit though that I have never come to love my mother’s absolutely favorite book of all time – Pride and Prejudice, but in an attempt to better understand her devotion to it I did take a class in Victorian Fiction in college.  Though Emma turned out to be my top pick from the curriculum that semester, I did gain a better understanding of the genre and can now appreciate, if not share, her passion.  And though we don’t see eye to eye on P&P, we are a great source of recommendations on new titles for each other.

My grandmother, z”l, was also an obsessive reader.  There was always a book in her hand or right nearby.  It didn’t matter where she was – at the pool, at a restaurant, at work, drinking a glass of white wine or a cup of coffee.  She loved biographies, mysteries, and epic (often melodramatic) multi-generational family dramas.  I picked up my late night reading habit from her, or maybe it was just passed down genetically – chicken or egg?  Either way, from her I learned that it was normal to stay up late at night in bed reading, regardless of what time you had to wake up the next day.  A good book took precedence over everything else.  When I got married her counsel to me concerned the importance of a reading light on the nightstand – that way I could stay up late reading without bothering my husband, thereby making for a conflict-free marriage.  If only she had lived to see the solutions provided by Kindles and iPads.

And then there’s my mother-in-law.  Another lover of books, she shares my taste in literary fiction.  We have swapped books for years as I’ve introduced her to American fiction, and she has introduced me to writers from South Africa and other parts of the British empire.  Thanks to her, my world has enlarged to include Doris Lessing, Andre Brink, Nadine Gordimer, J.M. Coetzee, and many more. Where would I be without The Golden Notebook, one of my favorites of all time?  

It would not be fair to end this piece without mentioning that both my mother and my mother-in-law are not only readers, but also writers.  They have both published multiple books, including my mother’s magnum opus, The Encyclopedia of Children’s Literature, and the book that we wrote together, Stories of Heaven and Earth: Bible Heroes in Contemporary Children’s Literature.

All these mothers shaped me into the reader that I am today.  Thank you for that amazing gift.

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The Books of Passover: An Ode to Cookbooks

Never mind the challah on the cover.  Another basic, must-have resource with good Passover recipes.

Never mind the challah on the cover. Another basic, must-have resource with good Passover recipes.

Books are a central part of my ongoing Passover education.  I don’t mean haggadot, though those are of course also essential and beloved, and I don’t mean our traditional texts dealing with Passover, though I study those as well.  What I’m talking about here is cookbooks.

Even though I was born Jewish, Passover prep, beyond the basics, didn’t come naturally to me.  It had to be learned.  In rabbinic school I studied codes and laws and customs related to Passover.  And at home I read cookbooks.

A good cookbook is much more than a collection of recipes.  Other than baking, where precision and chemistry matter, I rarely use cookbooks for the actual recipes.  I tend to create recipes based on ingredients and experience.  What I go to cookbooks for is history, the culinary byways that collections of recipes represent.  Why these spices were used, and why this ingredient is prevalent.  How changes in recipes over time represent changes in immigration patterns, or ruling powers, or economic status.  Jewish cookbooks are full of lessons in the day-to-day history of the Jews.

There’s this myth that authentic Jewish practice gets handed down seamlessly from one generation to another, but it doesn’t always happen that way.  I  learned about Judaism at home, enough to whet my appetite for more.  But since childhood I’ve been on an ongoing

A must-have Passover resource.

A must-have Passover resource.

journey, taking what I was given at home and deepening, updating, and enriching that original experiential base.  I’ve added back in things that were discarded along the road toward Americanization, and created new traditions.  Intentionally learned practice, once adapted and made your own, becomes as authentic as what’s handed down from ancestors.

I imagine that in generations past, women learned from their mothers and grandmothers and thus kept recipes and traditions alive, handing down knowledge from one to the next.  But that is not my story.  Many of my seder traditions are gathered from cookbooks, from years living in Israel, and from friends.  Modern concerns like vegetarianism, veganism, organics, food sourcing and so on have also impacted the seder table.  But maybe it was always like that, an ongoing evolution of tradition-meets-current-reality, and I’m only imagining a romanticized past.  For example, developments in beet sugar processing in certain parts of Europe meant that Jews in those areas began to eat a much sweeter diet than Jews in other parts of Europe, who relied on salt and pepper for taste.

My great-grandmother was supposedly a terrific cook.  I don’t remember much about her food, but I do remember her homemade blintzes, and I remember helping her stuff and fold them at her porcelain table in the Bronx.  But my grandmother, the only one I had,

My mother's copy of the balabusta cookbook.

My mother’s copy of the balabusta cookbook.

was not much of a cook or homemaker. No traditional bubbe was she.  Widowed in her forties, she went to work everyday as a bookkeeper.  She was not one to pass on recipes and techniques.  The only thing she took great pride in was her homemade gefilte fish.  Watching her make the gefilte fish was part of our pre-Passover ritual, until the year where we realized she didn’t remember that she had already added the salt – several times.

My mother cooks within the traditional Ashkenazi style, using family memories and what she, my sister and I call the “balabusta cookbook” but is actually called The Complete American Jewish Cookbook, by Anne London and Bertha Kahn Bishov.  For my mother, this is the essential reference, the one that has THE  correct recipes for the Jewish food she ate growing up.

When my sister and I got married, my mother gave us each a copy of THE book, now in paperback.  It was the must-have for us as we started our married, adult lives.  I don’t use the cookbook for that many recipes, but it is a great, basic resource.  Neither my sister nor I make the kinds of seders we grew up with, but for both of us the “balabusta cookbook” remains a touchstone, a connection to a certain

My copy of the book.

My copy of the book.

kind of cooking of the Jewish American past and to each other.

Passover preparation often begins with menu exchanges between the three of us.  Our respective menus are always very different.  My mother’s seder menu always includes chicken soup, gefilte fish, chopped liver, tzimmes, brisket, and potato kugel (she comes from the salt and pepper school, not the sweet). Of course there’s also a green salad, turkey breast (surely a new world adaptation), marinated grilled vegetables (a nod to living in a traditionally Italian part of Brooklyn), and desserts.  Plenty of desserts.

My menu draws from around the Jewish world.  It uses some of the Ashkenazi traditions I grew up with, but also borrows from other times and places in Jewish history.  My recipes take inspiration from the flavors of Italian, Moroccan, Syrian, Iraqi, and other Jewish communities, like pomegranate molasses, preserved lemon, pistachios, and artichokes.  I am a vegetarian and so there are many parve dishes for the non-meat eating crowd, but I also do serve meat (including my mother’s brisket).

Contains some good Passover recipes, including great nut-based cakes.

Contains some good Passover recipes, including great nut-based cakes.

Expanding the seder tradition out of the traditional Ashkenazi realm has been an intentional response to the reality of Jewish life in the 21st century.  My childrens’ heritage includes Germany, Poland, Russia, Alsace-Lorraine, Lithuania, South Africa, Israel, and Brooklyn, with some Portuguese roots thrown in.  I want them to connect to their (mostly) Askenazi legacy, but to also have an affinity to the whole of Jewish history.  I am far enough removed from the shtetl, and my children even more so, that it feels natural to claim all of Jewish history as our own rather than just one narrow slice of it.

For my mother, Passover cooking is a way to connect with the past.  Her “balabusta cookbook” is a guide to memories and tastes from back then.  For me, Passover cooking is about creating a new Jewish present that embraces the past while reaching toward the future. The “balabusta cookbook” is one of many that serve as guides to the culinary adventure of Passover.  Some are specific to the holiday, others are more broadly Jewish, and some aren’t Jewish at all but offer a recipe or two that fit the Passover guidelines.  All contain gems.

So if you’re looking for ways to expand your Passover creativity, do some text study and consult cookbooks.

Amazing history of Jewish vegetarian dishes, with some Passover recipes.

Amazing history of Jewish vegetarian dishes, with some Passover recipes.

Some of my favorites include:

Classic Italian Jewish Cooking by  Edda Servin Machlin (Ecco, 2005)

Joan Nathan’s Jewish Holiday Cookbook by Joan Nathan (Schocken, 2004)

Essence of Chocolate: Recipes for Baking and Cooking with Fine Chocolate by Robert Steinberg and John Scharffenberger (Hyperion, 2006)

The New York Times Passover Cookbook by Linda Amster (William Morrow, 1999)

Olive Trees and Honey: A Treasury of Vegetarian Recipes from Jewish Communities Around the World by Gil Marks (Houghton Mifflin, 2004)

Entree to Judaism: A Culinary Exploration of the Jewish Diaspora by Tina Wasserman (UJR Press, 2009)

Not a Passover cookbook, but it's got an incredible flourless chocolate cake: Orbit Cake.

Not a Passover cookbook, but it’s got an incredible flourless chocolate cake: Orbit Cake.

Book of Jewish Food: An Odyssey from Samarkand to New York by Claudia Roden (Knopf, 1996)

Aromas of Aleppo: The Legendary Cuisine of Syrian Jews by Poopa Dweck (Ecoo, 2007)

 

 

 

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Introducing Fact/Fiction: A Blog About Books, Stories, and Publishing

I spend my days with non-fiction: editing and publishing books of liturgy and essays, managing numbers and words, spreadsheets and strategy.  And when my work days don’t spill over into the nights, I spend my evenings reading and writing and thinking about fiction.  As for poetry, well, that’s there in the mix too, spanning the day/night divide.  Much of liturgy is poetry, and there is much poetry in the liturgical publications we create.  And there’s the poetry I read (and occasionally write) when the sun has set.

After much prodding and encouragement, I am starting this blog to write about books, stories, words, texts and publishing – the main topics that occupy my days and nights.  And of course I can’t write about these topics without also touching upon Judaism, which for me ties much of this together.  Not clear yet if any of this will be of interest to anyone other than me – we’ll see.

26907_379886340821_2050093_nI’ve procrastinated starting this blog for a long time, but the timing finally feels right.  We are currently inching ever closer to our grand narrative of liberation, our central Jewish story.  Passover, the commemoration and celebration of our liberation from Egypt, begins next week and I am already knee-deep in planning and preparation.  Packed as it is with many stories, from the ancient to the modern, Passover is probably my favorite Jewish holiday.

As I prepare for Passover, I think even more than usual about stories – my stories, my family’s stories, and the stories of our people.  The stories are what underlies everything about Passover – the preparation, the food, the dishes on the table, the seder plate, the discussion around the table, and of course the retelling of the Passover story itself.

All holiday observances contain stories: why we celebrate this holiday, why we celebrate it this way, how it’s been done in our family, and so on.  But Passover, because it is such a home-based holiday rather than centering around the synagogue, is unique in its layering of stories upon stories.  As I prepare for Passover every year, I feel myself continuing to build upon those layers as I create new ones.

There is the way in which Passover is detailed in the Torah itself, the way the rabbis taught about Passover, the way Reform Judaism approached Passover, and the way I was taught to make Passover by my mother, based on what she learned from her mother and from her grandmother.  And then there are traditions we have created in our own home, some of which reach out to touch places and moments in Jewish history, and some which reach forward to the new.

So as I dip my toes in the blog-waters, I’ll be focusing for the short term on Passover.  Then we’ll see what comes next.  Thanks for joining me on this journey.

 

 

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