Illusions at the L.A. Times
Last Friday the Los Angeles Times published a Column One story on its front page with the headline: Danger in Denying Holocaust?
Last Friday the Los Angeles Times published a Column One story on its front page with the headline: Danger in Denying Holocaust?
For much of his life, Axel Köster says, he has struggled with his legacy; his shame about being German; his love for relatives who perhaps supported atrocities.
We lit the candles Friday night in honor of the new millennium.
I know it should not have been done that way. Observant Jews insisted right up until the Waterford ball dropped in Times Square that the millennium had nothing to do with them, that on Friday night it was Shabbat, not 2,000 years after Jesus that they were celebrating.
When 20th Century Fox released the controversial movie \”Fight Club\” this fall, they took a gamble that the public would flock to a film that depicted self-selected alienated young men taking out their pent-up anger by beating up on one another. Having cost a reported $68 million just to produce, the film is only anticipated to gross a mere $35 million at the box office domestically.
The big surprise of the holiday season, if you caught it, was Jerry Seinfeld\’s wedding.\nIt turns out the man whose television persona perfectly embodied men\’s fear of commitment was, in real life, simply waiting for the right Jewish woman. Once he found her, baddaboom, baddabing, you\’ve got a traditional Jewish wedding, chuppah, broken glass, the works. It\’s so traditional, the crabmeat canapes come out only after the rabbi leaves. They even saw to a kosher Jewish divorce for the once-married bride. Who knew television\’s darkest satirist was such a sentimental traditionalist offscreen?
It happened one evening just outside the men\’s room at Valley Beth Shalom synagogue in Encino. A historic dialogue between Rabbi Harold Schulweis and Cardinal Roger Mahoney had concluded in the sanctuary, and County Supervisor Zev Yaroslavsky went to the restroom.
We met a man by the pool at the Grand Wailea. Our children were splashing around together, and he and I got to talking with all the intimacy that comes from knowing for certain we would never see each other again.
It\’s past midnight, and I can\’t sleep. I call a friend back in San Francisco, a scientist I know who is really good at thinking.
Spin the radio dial in any direction and most of what you come up with is just plain junk. One clear exception is Larry Mantle\’s \”Airtalk,\” weekdays on public radio station KPCC.
At a recent Shabbat, a guest at our services asked the person staffing our welcome table, \”Is the rabbi here Jewish?\” What the person meant was, \”Is the rabbi a convert?\” Many have shared with me over the years, as our congregation has grown, that acquaintances of theirs have told them, on good authority, that Rabbi Finley \”is not really Jewish.\”




