It's one of the aspects of the film I loved most. A refugee professor and a political pamphleteer unhandily constructing a pine-bough shelter in the middle of the Belorussian wilderness, in mortal danger simply for being alive and arguing unstoppably about socialism, fascism, and FDR—that's a crystallization of the tragicomedy that one can argue has defined Yiddish literature since it evolved out of Mittelhochdeutsch and whatever other languages it got near. The answer to "Why is it so fucking hard being friends with a Jew?" is, "Try being one." Not all stories of survival are nothing but solemnity, the alchemy of sacrifice. In the Naliboki Forest, saints you don't get.
And "Soldiers Three" is an excellent soundtrack, even if it's not in Yiddish.
It really is what I'm listening to. This semi-new version of iTunes doesn't winnow out songs from the search window according to the same rules as the old one, so when I look for Sid Griffin and Billy Bragg's "Sailors and Soldiers," I get June Tabor as well. Tragically, with never a penny of money turns me right back to Brandeis and the Rose Art Museum.
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It's one of the aspects of the film I loved most. A refugee professor and a political pamphleteer unhandily constructing a pine-bough shelter in the middle of the Belorussian wilderness, in mortal danger simply for being alive and arguing unstoppably about socialism, fascism, and FDR—that's a crystallization of the tragicomedy that one can argue has defined Yiddish literature since it evolved out of Mittelhochdeutsch and whatever other languages it got near. The answer to "Why is it so fucking hard being friends with a Jew?" is, "Try being one." Not all stories of survival are nothing but solemnity, the alchemy of sacrifice. In the Naliboki Forest, saints you don't get.
And "Soldiers Three" is an excellent soundtrack, even if it's not in Yiddish.
It really is what I'm listening to. This semi-new version of iTunes doesn't winnow out songs from the search window according to the same rules as the old one, so when I look for Sid Griffin and Billy Bragg's "Sailors and Soldiers," I get June Tabor as well. Tragically, with never a penny of money turns me right back to Brandeis and the Rose Art Museum.