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December 2, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Defending the Right to a Jewish State

Heather Hale: Compliment your kids without giving them big heads

Megan Shauri: 10 ways you are ruining your own happiness

Carolyn Bigda: 8 Best Dividend Stocks for 2015

Kiplinger's Personal Finance editors: 7 Things You Didn't Know About Paying Off Student Loans

Samantha Olson: The Crucial Mistake 55% Of Parents Are Making At Their Baby's Bedtime

Densie Well, Ph.D., R.D. Open your eyes to yellow vegetables

The Kosher Gourmet by Megan Gordon With its colorful cache of purples and oranges and reds, COLLARD GREEN SLAW is a marvelous mood booster --- not to mention just downright delish
April 18, 2014

Rabbi Yonason Goldson: Clarifying one of the greatest philosophical conundrums in theology

Caroline B. Glick: The disappearance of US will

Megan Wallgren: 10 things I've learned from my teenagers

Lizette Borreli: Green Tea Boosts Brain Power, May Help Treat Dementia

John Ericson: Trying hard to be 'positive' but never succeeding? Blame Your Brain

The Kosher Gourmet by Julie Rothman Almondy, flourless torta del re (Italian king's cake), has royal roots, is simple to make, . . . but devour it because it's simply delicious

April 14, 2014

Rabbi Dr Naftali Brawer: Passover frees us from the tyranny of time

Greg Crosby: Passing Over Religion

Eric Schulzke: First degree: How America really recovered from a murder epidemic

Georgia Lee: When love is not enough: Teaching your kids about the realities of adult relationships

Cameron Huddleston: Freebies for Your Lawn and Garden

Gordon Pape: How you can tell if your financial adviser is setting you up for potential ruin

Dana Dovey: Up to 500,000 people die each year from hepatitis C-related liver disease. New Treatment Has Over 90% Success Rate

Justin Caba: Eating Watermelon Can Help Control High Blood Pressure

The Kosher Gourmet by Joshua E. London and Lou Marmon Don't dare pass over these Pesach picks for Manischewitz!

April 11, 2014

Rabbi Hillel Goldberg: Silence is much more than golden

Caroline B. Glick: Forgetting freedom at Passover

Susan Swann: How to value a child for who he is, not just what he does

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Financial Tasks You Should Tackle Right Now

Sandra Block and Lisa Gerstner: How to Profit From Your Passion

Susan Scutti: A Simple Blood Test Might Soon Diagnose Cancer

Chris Weller: Have A Slow Metabolism? Let Science Speed It Up For You

The Kosher Gourmet by Diane Rossen Worthington Whitefish Terrine: A French take on gefilte fish

April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review Nov. 19, 2008 / 21 Mar-Cheshvan 5769

A time like this

By Paul Greenberg


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http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | "Any precise documentation of one's immaturity is embarrassing...."
     —John Cheever

I've been reading the latest collection of John Cheever's short stories in the vain hope that some of the style will rub off. For is there anyone who can read the first sentence or two of a Cheever story and quit there?


For instance: "So help me G-d it gets more and more preposterous...." Which is how his irresistible, tragicomic, surreal and all too real "The Death of Justina" begins. How do you not read a story that starts like that?


The same goes for his chilling "The Five-Forty-Eight." ("When Blake stepped out of the elevator, he saw her. A few people, mostly men waiting for girls, stood in the lobby watching the elevator doors. She was among them. As he saw her, her face took on a look of such loathing and purpose that he realized she had been waiting for him....")


Before the story ends, you're almost hoping the threatening female figure — every man's nightmare vision of the woman spurned — will kill off the protagonist, so vile and predatory has Cheever made him, doubtless drawing from the writer's and every male's dimmest recesses.


What's the fascination of Cheever? It's not just the characters. It's certainly not the plots, if any. It's his easy yet sure, inner grasp of the time, the places, the expectations of his era (it would be too much to call them hopes) and their inevitably being dashed.


Open a Cheever story and the time and place comes back at once. There are the sounds and smells and sensations of trains and hotel lobbies and elevators and men's bars and the gritty wet New York streets after a grimy rain. And all the idle dreams and fakeries and counterfeits of the mind that pay faith the truest homage by being such transparent forgeries of it.


But in these pages, too, are the touching affections and affectations we live by — the memories of suburban lawns and sandy beaches and the women and men we loved. Cheever conjures it all up so well and so simply, from within his characters, that you can see it, touch it. There is no accomplishment like writing well and simply.


The man was a master of the elegiac. There, look, are the rows of commuters at a time when men still wore hats on the 5:48 out of Grand Central — each, you'd swear, with the same newspaper turned to the same page in a world still predictable in every surface detail and, underneath, utterly uncontrollable.


The sense of a time past and yet so present in these stories was so strong I turned to the back of the book — an advance copy of the Library of America's forthcoming collection of Cheever stories — to see when "The Death of Justina" had come out. Sure enough: Esquire, November 1960. Of course. An election November not so different from this one. It was a somber, ominous overhanging time, shot through with rays of tinselly hope as the administrations and styles changed.


Then, too, the economy was uncertain, the future even less clear than usual, and the rhetoric of the presidential campaign still shading reality. We halfway believed that the passing recessions of the old and fast-dying Eisenhower Era had threatened a return to the Great Depression, that the now forgotten Missile Gap that John F. Kennedy had made a theme of his campaign was real, and the nation's future — and the Future of the Free World — was in peril. But now it had been saved. Our shining prince had come. The relief, the hope, the anticipation was palpable. The best and brightest would soon be in control again. (The Cuban Missile Crisis was still three years away.)


It was, in short, another brief age of the New. The permeating thought of the best-and-brightest was in the air, on radio and television, and in the papers, inescapable, reflected even in the words of those who would strive to swim against the tide of the times. The new Beautiful People set the fashion. Just as we wanted to dress and act and drive and have adorable children like them, we the young and advanced couldn't help wanting to think like them — and so be thought well of.


There was no trick to it. It was all as easy as turning on the evening news, where insight was available at the turn of a channel and Walter Cronkite was its Prophet. Then as now, nobody who counted was so dated as to believe in Truth, let alone Sin. We sought a less dramatic, more sophisticated rectitude, as narrow as the ties and lapels, as perfect as the simple black dress.


We strove for a certain look, The Look. You could tell those who'd captured it by the way they dressed and talked, quietly, assuredly, not needing to make a big thing of it. The lonely crowd didn't go in for show. After the election, the sore losers were silent for the most part, the sore winners everywhere, and about to change the world. Hope and Change were in the air.


The departing president, everybody who was anybody knew, was just an incompetent old duffer, however victorious in war or good-natured in peace, who had been manipulated by evil characters behind the scenes, or maybe visible at stage right. He had presided over a stagnating American dream that would now be brought back to life by our new, vibrant young president-elect, so appealing in every way.


Now was the decade of our discontent to be made glorious summer. There was something traditionally American about the way the newness was being rolled out, the air of Unprecedented Crisis being heightened, the better for all the new president's men to resolve it happily ever after. It was a time, in short, much like this.

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