Blogs

I fall in love with books all the time.  I remember periods of my life this way – like “what’s-his-name left me when I was reading Mrs. Dalloway” or “I…

In 1969, a lonesome amateur scholar, David Rodinsky, disappeared without trace from his caretaker’s garret above the Princelet Street Synagogue in Jewish East London. His room, unsealed a decade later,…