You’re in some seriously weird territory in The Oxford Book of Jewish Stories,
edited by Ilan Stavans.
First,
collecting a series of stories under the rubric “Jewish” is difficult by
definition. What is a “Jewish”
story? The answer is, there is really no
such thing. Many of the stories in this
collection have little, if any, Jewish content.
So, the reader must seek underlying or unconscious Jewish content, and suddenly
one is in an interpretative world with many pitfall and few benefits.
With this central question unanswered, the
collection stands tottering and uneven. It
spans the globe, gives the reader a glimpse into figures long since receded
into the literary dustbin (like Israel Zangwill), contemporary powerhouses like
Roth, Oz, Bellow, and a lot in between, and old masters like Agnon.
So, this collection will please few. Yes, there is a selection to choose from; sure it is necessarily broad and inclusive, yet somehow, for all
that effort, the stories lacks emotional or intellectual punch.
It is as if the editor picked breadth over
content.
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