On The New Year

 Posted by on September 16, 2012
Sep 162012
 

Shana Tova U'mtuka

Dearest friends, readers, lurkers, critics, sinners, saints, fellow humans,

Wishing you a Shana Tova and a very sweet and Happy New Year — in whatever way you prefer your life’s sweetness. Hope this year brings you only wonderful things; health, prosperity, love and your hopes and dreams.

Happy Holidays!

Yours,
Shpitzle

On Uman

 Posted by on September 12, 2012
Sep 122012
 

Reb Nachman asks the dancing men on his grave to shut up

We’re reading some of Reb Nachmen of Breslev’s writings this semester in college. Yes, of all things we study at Sarah Lawrence, Reb Nachmen’s works made the cut for my modern Jewish literature class, and I’m looking forward to it. Reb Nachmen was a prolific writer, called by some the most innovative of all Hasidic Rebbes in his unusual tales. He was described in Gottlober’s Yiddish memoir as a total fruitcake who wandered off in the woods and took off into poetic spheres that bordered on crazy. His disciples follow his fruitcake path piously to this day. You see them in the streets dancing to the n-n-nachmen music with those waterfall-tipped yarmulkas, and you meet them in the parks trying to smuggle indecipherable pamphlets into your bag. One Breslever attacked me with a long Hebrew rant, which I appreciated only because it was an opportunity to practice Hebrew in New York. These men are indefatigable. The Breslevers are probably the only remaining group that is Hasidic and not reactionary and purely rigid.

Breslever draw some of their people out of mainstream Hasidism. A friend of mine’s husband somehow got drawn to their spirited movement. Oy, it vas not goot. Some family members disowned him, but worse, my friend had no control over the whole situation. We were all wary of him. He went to Uman, spent hours in his kupka and grew long payos to his naval and read trippy mystical writings. He was not “normal”