The lesson to be learned from recent differences between many American Jews and conservative Christians — on Mel Gibson\’s film, \”The Passion of the Christ,\” and on equal rights for gays — is not to walk away from relationships with evangelicals.
A few years ago, a few moderate American Jewish leaders tried to allay Jewish fears that the Christian right was a threat.
From 1955 to 1967, Magnificent Montague was the most riveting rhythm-and-blues disc jockey in the nation, presiding over the birth of \”soul\” music.
Laurie Gwen Shapiro is not, repeat not scion to a matzah fortune, like the heroine of her hyperkinetic new novel, "The Matzo Ball Heiress."
During \”Naharin\’s Virus\” a provocatative dance/performance piece that the Batsheva Dance company will excerpt this week at UCLA, a dancer holds chalk in her hand, dragging it through her body movements: Arching her back, outstretching her arm, she trails Hebrew words on a blackboard.
Three Jews, four opinions — right? Of course right. Now mix in something as subjective as one\’s taste in movies.
Even a wizard at niche marketing would tremble before the title of Julie Salamon\’s most recent book. "Rambam\’s Ladder," based on an ancient text by Rabbi Moses ben Maimon, sounds like it\’s bound for the remainder bins even before it hits the Judaica sections.
Some months ago, I saw a Jewish homeless man near my New York apartment. He was wearing a yarmulke and muttering Hebrew words, and I think I saw a tattered prayer book in his shopping cart.
Evan Marc Katz has never had a bad Internet date.
When Soviet film schools banned Vladimir Alenikov due to anti-Semitism, he risked arrest to make his own movies in 1973.
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