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Feldman, who at the age of twenty-three packed up her young son and their few possessions and walked away from her insular Hasidic roots in Brooklyn, explores the United States and Europe and, as a result of her travels, redefines her sense of identity as a non-Orthodox Jew committed to self-acceptance and healing.… (meer)
Somehow I found myself a bit judgmental while reading Deborah Feldman's second book; her poignantly written first one ("Unorthodox") appealed to me so much more. I think it's something to do with the way she chose to explore the world after leaving her ultra orthodox community of Hasidic Jews, the choices she made... After all, she herself says that it was an accepted notion among the members of that closed community that "freedom posed an especial danger... to those who had never previously experienced it" - even though she rebelled against that notion as well... Maybe she thought that she would be above that danger. Not so - the book shows.
Yes - to traveling and discovering her grandmother's roots in Europe, being indignant as to Europe's less than adequate remembrance of Holocaust, understanding more of her identity, while some other ways of expressing herself and finding herself seemed slightly over the board. But again, that's looking from the side. She was lost in this newfound freedom and empathy is expected. For her, all of it seemed worthwhile in the end. She finishes on a very optimistic note, and that's what counts. But deep inside, I still felt that she could have made better choices on occasion. Still, there IS a good writer in her... ( )
Feldman's account of her life after leaving her toxic Satmar family and community with her son. She travels the world, visits her grandmother's hometown in Hungary, and is angered that many European towns have virtually wiped Jewish life (prior to WWII) off the map and continue to exhibit anti-semitism. She meets many wonderful and not-so wonderful people while continuously learning how to live her new free life, making adjustments as she goes along.
I didn't finish it because I'd borrowed it from the library and couldn't renew it - it had reserves. I liked Deborah Feldman's first book, Unorthodox, much better; however, I'll give this one another chance when I have more time to read. ( )
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
[Hebrew]
All of them -- my tribe, Blood of my blood, Flame of my flame, The dead and the living mixed; Sad, grotesque, large, They tramp through me as through a dark house, Tramp with prayers and curses and laments. They shake my heart like a copper bell, My tongue quivering. I don't recognize my own voice -- My tribe speaks.
-- Anna Margolin, "My Tribe Speaks"
Opdracht
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
To Pearl, my grandmother, who was my first light along this path
Eerste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
There she is, just across the street, sulking on the stoop.
Citaten
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Take everything people value away from them, and they have nothing left to lose—but give them some of what they want, and they may be too afraid to let go of the little that they have.
You need to care for everything around you in order for it to care for you in return.
...it struck me then that one of the freedoms I had fought so hard for was this ability to make friends with just about anyone.
Laatste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
We were finally reunited, she and I, and everything was fine, just like I had promised.
Feldman, who at the age of twenty-three packed up her young son and their few possessions and walked away from her insular Hasidic roots in Brooklyn, explores the United States and Europe and, as a result of her travels, redefines her sense of identity as a non-Orthodox Jew committed to self-acceptance and healing.
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Yes - to traveling and discovering her grandmother's roots in Europe, being indignant as to Europe's less than adequate remembrance of Holocaust, understanding more of her identity, while some other ways of expressing herself and finding herself seemed slightly over the board. But again, that's looking from the side. She was lost in this newfound freedom and empathy is expected. For her, all of it seemed worthwhile in the end. She finishes on a very optimistic note, and that's what counts. But deep inside, I still felt that she could have made better choices on occasion. Still, there IS a good writer in her... (