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Sunday Sentence

by on Sunday, April 15, 2018 (0) Comments

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

I knew that after the war my grandmother had started lecturing at Moscow State, and had consulted on a film about Ivan the Great (“gatherer of the lands of Rus”) which so reminded Joseph Stalin of himself that he gave her an apartment in central Moscow; that despite this she was forced out of Moscow State a few years later, at the height of the “anti-cosmopolitan”—i.e., anti-Jewish—campaign; and that she got by after that as a tutor and as a translator from other Slavic languages.

Source: Keith Gessen, “How Did We Come to Know You?” (The New Yorker)

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Sunday Sentence

by on Sunday, April 01, 2018 (2) Comments

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

And a little davening now and then wouldn’t do any harm.

Source: Simon Schama, “How to Be a Jew in the Age of Trump?” (The New York Times Book Review)

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Sunday Sentence

by on Sunday, March 25, 2018 (0) Comments

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

It’s hardly news anymore: 150 killed on a Wednesday, 84 killed on a Thursday, 10 killed on a Friday, oh well.

Source: Fatima Faizi, “When the Bombs Explode, There Is Work to Be Done” (The New York Times)

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Sunday Sentence

by on Sunday, March 18, 2018 (2) Comments

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

The cracks in the Western Wall are soaked in prayers,
the doves are scraps of light above Jerusalem.

Source: “Jerusalem” by Marcela Sulak (in Decency: Poems)

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Sunday Sentence

by on Sunday, March 11, 2018 (0) Comments

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

She had only been there that one summer after the war, and she said the streets were filled with a fantastic energy, and everyone was singing “Jerusalem of Gold,” celebrating the fact that they could return to the Western Wall and explore the ancient alleyways of our forefathers and mothers…the places that the poets and the sages wept and dreamed over, the very place where our exile began 2000 years ago.

Sarah Tuttle-Singer, Jerusalem, Dream and Quartered: A Year Spent Living in the Christian, Muslim, Armenian, and Jewish Quarters of Old Jerusalem

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Sunday Sentence

by on Sunday, March 04, 2018 (2) Comments

“In the aftermath of the 1948 War of Independence, Israel signed armistice agreements with Egypt, Jordan, Syria, and Lebanon. These armistice lines lasted until the immediate aftermath of the June 1967 War.” Source: https://israeled.org/resources/maps/.

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

The new state was sealed north, east, and south by hostile borders and washed on the west by the merciful Mediterranean—the sea into which its children dove as if into the arms of complete freedom and from which they learned the audacity they made their trademark, and into which Fanya never stepped after she saw a jellyfish floating in its waters.

Source: Rachel Kadish, From a Sealed Room

A postscript: I often select images to accompany these posts (see last week’s Sunday Sentence for one example). I realize that by using a map, complete with its caption, I may be contravening the “out of context and without commentary” rule this week. I accept that criticism. A map seemed to me the most appropriate illustration for this line, and I couldn’t post this one without including its caption or attributing it to its source.

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