In Erna Rosenstein’s surreal work, a distinctly tragic story tells of how she coped after the Holocaust.
Rachel Feinstein’s art focuses on limbo points as shame, abjection and decay mingle with recovery, fertility and wisdom.
Hesse barely survived World War II — she was sent from her Hamburg home to Holland via the Kindertransport with her older sister Helen.
Onstage and offstage, Cohen’s words resonated — go on resonating — and if they saved him, they saved others, too
But in a bid to capture everything and keep things real, a certain falseness creeps in.
“If no one had told me anything about the world, I would have invented boyfriends, sex, friendships, art. I would not have invented child-rearing.”
Golub’s art is meant to jolt. It punches you right in the face, then right in the gut.
“Spoiler: Weiner’s novel turns on a twist, though if you know his work, the unexpected conclusion actually turns out to be a predictable one.”
“Her etchings are at once a recapitulation and a way forward, a talmudic take on the themes that had long preoccupied her.”
At its best, Englander’s novel suggests that our self-understanding is limited, driven by the desire to justify ourselves.