
Groucho, Berlin, and Me
"So there I was, backstage at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, asking Groucho Marx to show me his watch."
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"So there I was, backstage at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, asking Groucho Marx to show me his watch."

An exchange between David Kraemer and Shai Secunda

Did the future Nazi minister of finance and head of the Reichsbank really have a doctoral degree in Hebrew?

The first time Vienna expelled its Jews was in an eerily prescient novel.

How a construction worker became a tzaddik.

When dreams of national renewal were hidden in housing codes

Inside Berlin’s Bode Museum, Klee’s angel is staring at the exit sign, perhaps like me, looking for a way out.

The Israeli Chief Rabbinate can’t be abolished any time soon, but its power should be radically diminished.

The many walls of Isaac Bashevis Singer

In a new documentary, Henry Louis Gates Jr. argues that the Black-Jewish alliance is imperfect but important, and, he hopes, salvageable.

How Romeo & Juliet became Ram & Jael. Raider of the lost incense. Rock Nazis . . .