The Rights of History and the Rights of Imagination by Cynthia Ozick What happens when fiction is permitted to have its way with the actuality of the Nazi death camps?
Mark Twain and the Jews by Cynthia Ozick I am looking at a facsimile of The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg and Other Stories and Essays, dated 1900.
Agnon’s Antagonisms by Cynthia Ozick I thought that if the prodigal Shmuel Yosef Agnon can be present only in Hebrew, to read him in any…
Bialik’s Hint by Cynthia Ozick I once had a theory about Jewish language. I began by renaming English: I called it "New Yiddish." I posited…
Judaism & Harold Bloom by Cynthia Ozick Over the last several years, little by little, progressively though gradually, it has come to me that the phrase "Jewish…
Justice (Again) to Edith Wharton by Cynthia Ozick Nearly forty years ago, Edmund Wilson wrote a little essay about an underrated American novelist and called it "Justice to…
Mrs. Virginia Woolf by Cynthia Ozick No recent biography has been read more thirstily by readers and writers of fiction than Quentin Bell's account of the…
Forster as Homosexual by Cynthia Ozick Possibly the most famous sentence in Forster's fiction is the one that comes out of the blue at the start…
The Goy, by Mark Harris by Cynthia Ozick When a book by a writer with a large following drops into the void, one wonders why.
Bech: A Book, by John Updike by Cynthia Ozick When some time ago in these pages Alfred Chester flicked Updike off as a magician of surfaces, I wrote in…
Other People’s Houses, by Lore Segal by Cynthia Ozick Lore Segal's book has a peculiar tone. It is dry, cold, literal, even numb. its comedy is without sympathy or…
