Books: A heretic with fries on the side


“Foreskin’s Lament,” by Shalom Auslander (Riverhead, $24.95).

Consider the poor foreskin: an object of desire for a few, a matter of indifference for many and anathema to the Jews. Like bacon and lobster, it serves as the very definition of treif. Its rejection is the primordial sign of the Covenant.

Consider, then, Shalom Auslander. In his corrosively funny memoir, “Foreskin’s Lament,” he claims ” target=”_blank”>The Forward and is reprinted with permission.