Macmillan, 1967. First Edition. Cloth. 213 pp., never used. Very Good. Item #999
Like all great comedy, this outrageously funny story has beneath its laughter an old, old sadness. And it has at its heart a miracle. Also, the most mammoth car crash Boston has ever witnessed sparked by the horse of Druckman the Dreckman, a glue factory reject magically turned Pegasus as he tears down Blue Hill Avenue bearing three sages of Israel en route to the G&G delicatessen. “Fear not, thou wonn Jacob,” God exclaims through the explosive mouth of his prophet Isaiah, mingling love, anger, compassion, and humor in his comfort to Israel. In the disintegrating Jewish ghetto of Boston, the elders of Israel are indeed crawling on the ground. Their children have ed to the wealthy suburbs and left them in the remains of an Eastern European world, a crumbling neighborhood next to Irish and Negro slums. Our novel begins with a relief check. A relief check that isn’t there! A relief check mysteriously purloined by the enemies of Israel. Slowly the outrage rises in the throat of an unemployed circumcizer, Dreizen. A cantor named In soft hannonizes with his coughed out voice. A blue and white collection box rattles in chorus, the property of a nineteenth-century gure, Tschernikolf the Meshulach.