I'm guessing you may have read the extraordinary memoir In the Dark Room by Susan Faludi. Her father, who had narrowly escaped the Nazis as a child in Hungary--a country of vicious antisemitism--not only changed his sex late in life, but became infatuated with all things Hungarian. The latter appeared to her so strange, so perverse, that she could only go back to the specifics of his early life to explain it to herself.
I'm also an outspoken reform Jewish Zionist but Hebrew is a profound sensual pleasure to me and services would feel pale, watered down and impoverished without it.
Wishing we could all hug someone who needed it like Mr. Goldstein did.
I'm guessing you may have read the extraordinary memoir In the Dark Room by Susan Faludi. Her father, who had narrowly escaped the Nazis as a child in Hungary--a country of vicious antisemitism--not only changed his sex late in life, but became infatuated with all things Hungarian. The latter appeared to her so strange, so perverse, that she could only go back to the specifics of his early life to explain it to herself.
Oh wow. I haven't read it but now I most definitely will!
You must. It's a remarkable book.
I'm also an outspoken reform Jewish Zionist but Hebrew is a profound sensual pleasure to me and services would feel pale, watered down and impoverished without it.