We've read bad reviews and good reviews and we've written both kinds too. This one has legs and it stomps on the book, concluding with these swift kicks in the groin about the author Kamenetz himself,
...had he himself heeded Scholem's and Kafka's shared endorsement of serious preparation before delving into difficult and arcane matters, Kamenetz—who cannot read, let alone decipher, either Hebrew or Yiddish—might have spared the world a great deal of self-indulgent twaddle. Instead, he has insulted his readers and the memory of both Nahman of Bratslav and Franz Kafka, two great men who shared so finicky an obsession with their written words that they burned many of them.One wonders, Where oh where was the editor of this book?
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Have you read other books in the series? My favorite nadir was when David Mamet had cavemen coexisting with dinosaurs.
Wiesel's Rashi ruined a shabbos for me...
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