September 19, 2017

5777 in News of the Jews

Posted in Judaism at 10:06 pm by chavalah

I’d like to do a repeat, in a way, of this post from last year, but I don’t think I’ll be as thorough. Suffice to say that pretty much all of the contentious issues discussed there are still contentious issues.

Still, I have some stuff on my mind so I’ll divide into subheadings below. It’s largely a focus on the negative, but that’s often a good starting point for reflection and atonement, heh.

The United States

I’d like to touch on the increasingly polarized nature of U.S. politics and how this affects American Jews, perhaps more than any other cultural group. On the left, we have the issue of intersectional identity politics acting as a smokescreen for antisemitism, most prominently realized during the Chicago Dyke March and Chicago Slut Walk. On the right, we have actual neo-Nazis marching in the streets of Charlottesville, and the President acting as an apologist for them.

I’m in no way saying that these two extremes–verbal antisemitism and exclusion vs emulating the people responsible for Jewish genocide–are morally equivalent. But as a Leftist, a Zionist and a Jew, I certainly feel obligated to grapple with the former. You don’t talk with a neo-Nazi, with someone whose endgame is to push you into an oven. But as someone who cares about marginalized groups, here are my bullet points for certain segments of the Left.

  • Don’t let selective “intersectionality” boomerang until it resembles right wing censorship, with that division between which groups merit consideration and which don’t.
  • Whether you’re unknowingly co-opting supremacist slurs or not,
    hate is still hate.
  • Equating Israel with “white colonialism,” erases both the oppression of Jews and their right to self-determination, plus all of the non-Ashkenazi Israelis. (Not to mention that even calling Ashkenazi Jews “white,” given our history and sometimes present in Europe and the United States, isn’t a cut and dry issue, either.)
  • Realize that there’s more complexity in many human conflicts, and religious/cultural/ethnic identities, than white hats vs black hats, innocent angels vs mustache-twirling villains. “Patriarchy” and other means of oppression doesn’t just belong to one group.

I wonder, and assume that in more thoughtful corners of the Left, we realize that these toxins manifest, and must be dealt with, in all communities. You can’t talk with Nazis or other supremacy groups, but you should be able to talk with everyone else from varying backgrounds and perspectives. Empathy should be a big-tent idea.

The Personal

I need to back off of the vitriol that is the world of Facebook comments. At the very least so that I don’t have the same conversation with my mother over and over: “Mom, right wing Jews are calling me a Kapo again!” “Stop reading that crap!” 😛 I’m sure some extreme left-wing Jews are also spewing hate, but somehow I get more access to the other side. Some people who use their affinity for rightist politics and/or the current US administration to completely tar and feather other Jews. I’ve even seen the justification that neo-Nazis in Charlottesville are ok so long as their targeting “leftist Jews.” (Disclaimer: definitely an extremist fringe position!)

This isn’t the first time that Jews have allowed varying religious, political or cultural opinions lead to toxic nastiness, but it feels like virtual anonymity has led to a special type of trolling. Maybe I’m cynical in believing that they don’t actually want to communicate, but I don’t have the time or mental energy to get involved in all of that anyway. Best not to drink poison and look for more productive ways to spend my time.

Speaking of such, it’s time to acknowledge the larger, natural world and the havoc its wreaked on several communities lately in the US and abroad. As I enter the High Holidays, I need to find the means to donate.

The Israel

Speaking in my personal capacity as an American Jew, relations with y’all in the Israeli government have been difficult. 😛 Let’s go back to a bullet list.

Shana tova, everyone, and may we be inscribed in the Book of Life.

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September 9, 2017

Sansa Stark and Samwell Tarly: The Art of Moving On in Life

Posted in Pop Culture at 11:38 pm by chavalah

You thought I’d said my piece about Game of Thrones season 7, didn’t you. 😛 Nope! This little bit has been niggling at me. Some of it rows over water tread in my last post, so I’ll try to be quick about it.

Sansa’s personal ultimatum to take action

Perhaps one of the most unfortunate things about season 7 is that it moved so fast that characters didn’t really have a chance to communicate meaningfully. This was a downfall, I think, in most quarters, but it made some sense Winterfell. The Three Eyed Raven Formerly Known as Bran feels psychologically distant from his old life and relationships. Arya and Sansa travel a more familiar road. They’re sisters with past baggage, traumatic journeys apart and a lack of skills to bridge that gap.

The tension between them, further stoked by Littlefinger, works decently well until the carve-your-face scene. I don’t care that Arya gave Sansa the dagger after her Hannibal Lecter spiel; there’s just no objective way that she isn’t lethally threatening there. In the next episode, Sansa apparently comes to the conclusion that her sister doesn’t want to kill her, but…why? Just because she doesn’t want to be Lady of Winterfell? Arya didn’t necessarily want to be Lord of the Twins, either, but she put on Walder Frey’s face when it suited her purposes.

Td;lr–I never wanted to get to the point where I thought that sibling resentment could lead to actual kinslaying murder plots, but the carve-your-face scene crossed that line. That’s not just Littlefinger pulling strings from the sidelines, though by the next episode the show wants you to think that it is. Then, sometime after her talk with him, Sansa decides to get a broader perspective by way of Bran, which Isaac Hampstead-Wright confirmed was filmed in an interview.

From this unseen point, and presumably some plotting with Arya as well, Sansa’s storyline moves towards a character-defining conclusion. We know that the Littlefinger trial is, in fact, predominately about her, because the scene starts with a closeup of her on the battlements where she’s preparing herself for this move, and it ends on her face after he’s dead.

It’s not so much that she hasn’t been acting with a sense of duty as Lady of Winterfell, where we’ve seen her preparing for the winter, meeting with northern lords and upholding Jon’s title, but this is the act that really costs her something. Even Arya seems to understand as much, asking her sister if she’s okay later.

Condemning Littlefinger to death is a game changer for Sansa. He may have been toxic to her, but he’s also the most long-standing relationship that she’s had since her father’s execution. He’s taught her lessons about how to survive the political arena, but now she must learn how to temper that with her own sense of self.

Since reuniting with Jon last season, Sansa’s goals have always been to take back Winterfell, to hold it for her family, and to help her brother prepare for the long night. Littlefinger, of course, is an anathema in all of this. He exists to sow chaos within people when Sansa’s goals, as implicated to her sister during their spats, is to work together. It was definitely time for the student to overtake the master. 😛

What I loved most about the trial scene is how Sansa turned Littlefinger’s psychology game against him. She can now read peoples’ motives–including his–to see what they’re really after. Yes, Sansa condemns Littlefinger to death, largely based on the evidence that Bran gave her. But on her own, she analyzed his reasons for sowing enmity between her and her sister.

Some of Sansa’s parting lines to Littlefinger are “When you brought me to Winterfell, you told me that there is no justice in this world unless we make it.” Back in season five this stood as the fusion between Sansa’s political acumen and her desire to return home. Since then, she also reclaimed her remaining family members and the power of her Stark name. The only string left to be cut was Littlefinger’s dangerous influence. Sansa no longer needs him as a crutch. He represented the traumas of her childhood. But now she has grown into her independent adult self as the Lady of Winterfell.

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Sam’s library school experience makes mine look tame 😛

The most interesting thing about Sam this season is that he’s living out his dream. Take away the food slop and the chamber pots, and this is basically the title of “wizard,” which he told Jon that he coveted back in the first season. Before being sent to the Wall, Sam’s goal was to learn at the Citadel.

But instead he was sent North, and his life took a very different path. Though ultimately arriving at the Citadel, he’s outgrown his childish dreams. He used to imagine a life of just learning for the sake of learning, but now his mind has a more focused purpose. It’s not enough to bury your head in a book (chalk this up to another reason why I hate Westeros :P); a specific agenda must be adhered to. Namely that the White Walkers are coming and must be stopped.

The maesters exist in Sam’s former childlike state. They don’t care about the world beyond their ivory tower. So perhaps in the move most indicative of him growing up, Sam packs up and leaves them.

This is one of those moments when the show didn’t have enough time to fully explore emotional realities, but it also seems to imply that Sam found out about his father’s and brother’s deaths. His parting words to the Citadel actually belong to his father: “I’m tired of reading about the achievements of better men.” Randyll Tarly was a horrible father in almost every respect, but it does seem like he passed something down to his eldest son. Men (maybe people) of worth don’t hide from the world; they fight for something. Though unlike dear old dad, it seems like Sam is on the right side of history. 😛

August 31, 2017

Game of Thrones and the Truncated Season

Posted in Pop Culture at 11:21 pm by chavalah

WARNING: Spoilers for season seven of Game of Thrones to follow. Proceed at your own risk!

If you don’t want to know GAME OF THRONES spoilers, stay away from The Raven Formerly Known As Brandon Stark. 😛

One of the things that concerned me the most about Game of Thrones season seven was how underwhelmed I felt by the central message of the show finally getting the spotlight. For years we watched these characters engage in countless political squabbles and all-out war, with the express message that the true war was to the far north.

Well, this season, most human subplots were snuffed out and an ever-growing band of characters went off to fight the army of the dead. And…it was boring. In episode 6, I found myself wondering if I’d rather watch Cersei Lannister shoot herself in the foot with a pointless political adversary, versus watching the Hound throw stones at wights.

I don’t always hate wights. I had a turnaround moment in season five, with the episode “Hardhome.” Usually I find the idea of zombie flicks to be inane, and was content to let the White Walkers plot sit in the back of my mind. But something about the execution of that episode, from the neverending cascade of the dead, to the Night King dispassionately reviving his newly slaughtered soldiers, to the surprise about Valyrian steel being a Walker killer, I felt like I got it. I could understand the threat of the dead, this force that’s going to kill you, going to kill everyone and everything no matter what.

But the big battle with the dead this year involved an hours-long standoff, the deaths of many a redshirt and the least popular named character, and some deus ex machina moments so that Jon could escape with his life. Dany’s arrival and the loss of her dragon at long last provided some emotional payoff, but it was too little, too late.

(Disregarding money, which I assume they ran out of) I rather wish that Weiss and Benoiff had given us a usual ten-episode season. I would have liked to elongate the human conflict between Cersei and Daenerys and their handful of allies because those character moments were so rich. Maybe we could have truncated the “grab a wight” scene so that it wouldn’t feel so ridiculous. Maybe it would have been okay for the Night King to stay in the back seat–until his undead dragon burned down the Wall at the end.

Not trying to be one of those nitpickers. I don’t sit here calculating the trajectory of raven flight to see how long it should take for news to travel, and I certainly have no trouble believing that the Night King could throw a javelin or rustle up some big chains. 😛 My concern is that the emotional payoff wasn’t there. Everything was so plot driven that many interactions felt shallow. And some arcs sacrificed genuine character development for cheap thrills. The one that disappointed me the most, of course, was in Winterfell.

Sansa (Sophie Turner) and Arya (Maisie Williams) reunite under a statue of their father

To start on a positive note, I appreciated that my fears while watching Westworld turned out to be unfounded. Well actually, I should have been concerned about something else.

I was nervous that Sansa might get the Dolores storyline this year–that the only way the showrunners could see her dealing with her past trauma was for her to to turn to constant violence. But the closest she came to that was to suggest disenfranchising a couple of kids with bad fathers; luckily, that idea got shot down. Otherwise, Sansa very much toed the party line. In one scene, Jon told a bunch of squabbling dudes that they’re on the same side “because we’re all breathing”; earlier in that episode, Sansa explained to Arya, “I’m sure cutting off heads is very satisfying, but that’s not the way you get people to work together.”

Yes, the Stark sisters (and brother!) were indeed reunited this season. I nearly had a conniption fit when Arya was on the king’s road, debating which way to go. 😛

Of course the reunion, despite a few hugs, wasn’t all sunshine and roses. Bran pretty much recused himself from the picture, but Arya and Sansa had too much past baggage behind them. Arya immediately brought up Sansa’s girlish appreciation for “nice things,” and recounted how, in childhood, she was punished for not being as ladylike as her sister. (Sidenote: in both the show and the books, we’re constantly bombarded with the idea that Sansa is the norm and Arya is the outsider, but we don’t actually see that play out. The story is far more interested in fighting and the allure of martial prowess than it is with singing or handwriting or playing the harp. I’m basically using this public forum to bump my frustration into something more useful–next NaNoWriMo, I’m thinking of a fantasy/fairy tale project that will focus more on the feminine arts. Anywho, back on topic now.)

I was particularly intrigued about the argument that the sisters had in episode 5, where they disagreed about what to do about whiny lords (Sansa: listen to their complaints, Arya: behead them. :P) I thought the showrunners might be probing the fact that Arya was too changed by her past experiences to fully “come home.” These past several seasons she’d lived in a world of (pardon the pun) black and white–you’re either with her and alive, or against her and dead. But, as Sansa rightly points out, that’s not the way to bolster alliances in the face of The Great War of living against dead. What served Arya well on the road wouldn’t serve her in the diplomatic arena. Maybe this all hearkened back to the scene with Nymeria–the wolf couldn’t return to the world that once was, and neither could the girl.

But that’s not the rabbit hole that this arc ultimately went down. Littlefinger got involved, in his usual quest to break up alliances that don’t benefit him, and…plot got cloudy. He planted Sansa’s old letter to Robb for Arya to find, leading to ever-increasing escalation between the two girls. In the final moment, the show pulled a “gotcha!” moment where they united and turned on Littlefinger instead.

But what becomes abundantly clear is that we were missing out on some real scenes between the Stark siblings. Sometime off screen, the girls caught on to Littlefinger’s plan and devised their own attack strategy. In the great hall, Arya was not at all surprised when Sansa turned the tables on Baelish. In fact, their immediately preceding conversation about duty and protecting the family hinted to a common purpose.

So what’s real and what’s fake in the Stark sister interactions? Are we supposed to believe that all of their fights were just an elaborate ruse to put Littlefinger off his game? I’d posit that the confrontation scenes between Arya and Sansa felt real, particularly the one where Arya brings up Sansa’s letter to Robb. Alyssa Rosenberg wrote poignantly about this scene in her review of the penultimate episode:

Arya and Sansa’s disagreement about the letter Sansa wrote at Cersei’s behest so long ago is the most substantive of these disagreements about the past — about these moments when it’s impossible to make someone who wasn’t there understand what happened because you don’t understand it yourself. Though it doesn’t end in bloodshed, at least not this time, their exchange adds a visceral urgency to an idea that shows up in every storyline this episode. If you can’t make someone else understand the past, or if you refuse to interrogate the past, you can both end up victims of your misunderstanding.

Things got a little wonky when Arya confronted Sansa over the faces. She’s coming at her sister with a dagger, taunting her about cutting up her face, which from Sansa’s point of view might not seem all that different from this scene (warnings for gore.) What I’m saying is, unless Littlefinger put the Imperio Curse on Arya, there’s plenty of independent reasons for Sansa to feel threatened. And Arya certainly feels real resentment towards Sansa.

Somewhere off screen, the sisters resolved their differences, at least far enough to agree that Littlefinger was the bigger enemy. I think it would have been fair to let the audience see this, but like in Westworld, the show got too caught up in its maze of clunky plotting for the sake of melodrama. After several years of waiting for a genuine Stark reunion, what a disappointment. The end was great, the means…not so much.

But to conclude on a positive (if still controversial) note, unlike some other Sansa fans, I actually appreciated Bran bringing up her wedding ceremony. Of course it makes perfect sense for Sansa to be freaked out on several levels. But from Bran’s perspective, I think he was trying to tell her that she wasn’t alone in her darkest hour. He couldn’t save her, but he understood, and expressed remorse, for what was taken from her. Frankly, I think it’s the most emotional scene that we got from The Raven Formerly Known as Brandon Stark all season. Bran, perhaps more than any of his siblings, can’t fully “come home” again. Bittersweet reunions indeed.

July 18, 2017

Judaism and Nostalgia in Summer Blockbuster Movies

Posted in Judaism, Pop Culture at 11:58 pm by chavalah

Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman, charging into the fray

I’m not sure I’ll be going to the theater for any more blockbusters this summer. There’s the visually stunning Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets coming out this week, but my mind is already wrapped tightly around another story. 😛 (I also saw the Guardians of the Galaxy movie, too and my response is eh, cute. :P)

My interest in superhero franchises is almost nonexistent and DC properties rank lower in my mind than Marvel ones (this is probably my favorite clip of all time about Superman. And also from one of my favorite movies of all time, but I digress.) But like many other people, I took an interest in the new Wonder Woman movie. It was the first film of its kind in years with a female at the lead, and that female lead was Gal Gadot, a Jewish Israeli actress.

I’m always up for a story that focuses on a strong female character (mileage may vary on what that phrase means, but more on that later.) I was also charmed and disconcerted when my non-Jewish Wonder Woman-loving friends giddily linked to this article, say. For a brief period of time, it was like Israel could be just another place, privy to benign attraction whenever one of it’s people intersected with the broader world (and then this happened to bring me back to reality, which I suppose is even more incentive for me to live in Wonder Woman-land for a little while longer.)

The movie premise, as expected, didn’t really do much for me. DC superhero aficionados were thrilled that the cynical, bleak cast of recent Batman and Superman films had faded away to something more “old school” about a mega human choosing to fight the good fight. I’m not much of a fan of lauding fighting as an unquestionable good because I also don’t believe in a world of mustache-twirling villains (though–spoiler alert!–turns out that humans aren’t slaves to the villainous God of War after all, and are often willing participants in worldwide destruction.) I mean, this comes back to my antipathy with the superhero mythos; it doesn’t speak to me, or the issues that I like to see explored in speculative fiction. Star Wars and Harry Potter might have the “chosen one” and even a mustache-twirling villain or two, but those stories are told through the lens of fantasy, and their worlds and characters are much more developed, imho.

The human elements, as always, were the most compelling to me. Personally I think Gal Gadot and Chris Pine’s chemistry was a little hot and cold (I might be too nitpicky) but it’s obvious that she had to feel a connection to him in order to thereby be connected to all humans. The side characters weren’t developed past their archetypes, but still they stood as a reminder of a more complicated world. A world where, in 1918, a brown man fights because he can’t be an actor. And more intriguingly, a world where perhaps no group of humans are all good or all bad, because as we’re reminded, Native American Chief Napi’s people were oppressed by “good guy” Steve Trevor aka Chris Pine’s people. Yet here, in The Great War, they find common ground. That’s the optimistic message that I can get behind.

Since personally I don’t relate all that much to Wonder Woman’s kick ass physical skills (other than my mixed response to the idealized female Israeli sabra from the perspective of an American woman of the tribe, but that’s a whole other ball of wax), I’ll return to what I do connect to–Gal Gadot’s Jewishness. Among all the hoopla came a sudden controversy about whether or not Gal Gadot, and by extension all Ashkenazi Jews, are white. It’s a complicated mire, though perhaps I can distill my opinion succinctly–in considering the idea of “whiteness” as privilege, which I believe is its usual distinction, then Ashkenazi Jews have indeed been “white” in the US, Israel and elsewhere. They are certainly almost always perceived as white simply going by skin tone, unlike Judaism, which can’t always be “perceived” on sight. But Ashkenazi Jews have also been oppressed and seen as “non-white,” particularly in Europe. Gal Gadot’s own grandparents were Holocaust survivors, which means her own personal history is partially defined by persecution, marginalization and refugee status. Tl;dr–diverse representation, particularly along racial lines, is important; ethnic identity is complicated. And I wish that more people didn’t see things in simplistic terms, but maybe that’s what I get for wandering into a superhero movie. 😛

Though perhaps to end on a more conciliatory note, I’ll point out that the Nice Jewish Fangirls podcast pointed out that this whole “fight for justice” theme kind of fits in with the Jewish idea of tikkun olam, aka fixing the world. They’re big fans of the movie and have a lot of interesting stuff to say, so check them out!

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Old fandom loves die hard

In far less critically acclaimed news, I also took a gander at the latest Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I probably would have ignored it altogether if I didn’t ultimately get confirmation that Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightly would be reprising their roles. But they were, and old fandom flames were re-ignited!

Film did a good job of tricking us in the beginning. They had Will’s young son, Henry (Brenton Thwaites), try to rescue his father from the curse of Davy Jones, only to be turned away. Obviously it was a set up for Henry to grow into a young man on a quest, but sadly that whole plot was sidelined. Instead, we were privy to the same tired jokes and slapstick humor involving Captain Jack’s (Johnny Depp) exploits, which already felt a little stale. We got a new magical maguffin, more overwrought Jack backstory (honestly, do we need to know the provenance of his hat?), a tepid romance with an underdeveloped character in Kaya Scodelario, and a completely flat attempt at an emotional arc for Captain Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush.) Disregarding all of the contradictory information (like why was Will turning fishy if he was keeping up his end of the bargain?) why not just focus on the Turner drama?? Elizabeth didn’t even get any lines, and barely a walk on, after test audiences demanded her presence. Sigh. It was like Mark Hamill in The Force Awakens all over again. 😛

But beyond all of that, what I really wanted after a 10 year hiatus since movie three was a better, more romantic ending for Will and Elizabeth! And I got that! Well, kinda. There’s a little bit of an easter egg at the end, and…I won’t go into spoilers just in case Pirates 6 gets made. Guess that depends on box office numbers (I hear the movie made more of a splash overseas than here) and whether or not they can get Johnny back on board. Probably depends on which other celebrity he can share a cameo with. In this one, it was Paul McCartney. 😛

Either way I’m expecting it to be bad…but if Orlando and Keira are in it, you can bet your pirate monkeys I’m the sucker that Disney can cater to. :”> I’ll just go skulk off to the corner now.


But I’m going to take a little bit of a tougher stance with Disney regarding the recently released A Wrinkle In Time photos. (Now there’s a teaser trailer, too!) Storm Reid and Levi Miller look great as Meg and Calvin, but what’s with the three witches? I suppose it’s too much to ask for anything else from a slick Disney production, but their outfits are Hollywood glam. Not at all the awkward, frumpy attire of three bemused aliens stealing sheets from the line and pretending, badly, to fit in with humans. These pictures strip away the gritty realism from the book, alas. It’s not enough to make me not see the film (nor is the fact that Chris Pine looks his age, and not old enough to be the father of a teenager,) but I’m starting to think that this book can’t really be adapted. At least not by a corporation with all of their glitz and glamour. Alas. The film comes out in March 2018, and I still expect it to be much better than the 2003 mess, so there’s that. 😛 Huzzah.

June 25, 2017

Winter/Spring 2017 TV: (The Leftovers, The Young Pope, Big Little Lies, The Expanse)

Posted in Italy, Judaism, Pop Culture at 1:06 pm by chavalah

So much Christian content in my tv lately. Enough to make me wanna buy a subscription to The Jewish Channel. 😛

I’m a month later than last year in making this post, though the Game of Thrones schedule has changed, too, so I guess that’s my excuse. 😛

As is custom, HBO dominates most of my tv habits. Starting in February and ending earlier this month, I routinely watched their Sunday night 9 pm programming. And I have a little bit of a quibble. The male-centric stories–The Young Pope and The Leftovers revolve around dudes with god complexes, and are generally lauded as prestige television. The female-centric Big Little Lies is seen more like fluff. I’m not gonna leave that statement there without examining it more fully, but as a gut instinct it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Mixing my metaphors here. 😛

The Young Pope

I’ll start with my least favorite. Ultimately, I don’t think this show did much for me. I loved the chance to see Italy, insofar as it was presented, as the primary backdrop, I appreciated the chance to showcase non-US or UK actors like Silvio Orlando who played a compelling Cardinal, and I was particularly intrigued by Diane Keaton’s unusual turn as the taciturn Sister Mary.

Some people liked creator/director Paulo Sorrentino’s surreal style, but I found it to be a little grating. The premise seems to be somewhat twofold–a spoiled little boy is elected Pope, throws big tantrums and makes everybody’s lives hell because his parents abandoned him and now he has the power for global payback. Then, after a remarkably racist episode set in Africa, where he schools a fictitious, unnamed country in the merits of compassion and justice, he slowly takes his own lessons to heart. Having finally “grown up,” the series ends on an ambiguous note of–did he see his folks in the crowd while delivering a homily in Venice? (And did he survive said experience??)

It’s an annoying, egotistical conceit. Jude Law can’t just be playing a random dude with abandonment issues–he has to be THE POPE. The women in Big Little Lies are dealing with similarly big life issues like adultery, spousal abuse and rape, but none of them get to be High Priestess of Avalon. Which I suppose is also a remark on the lack of women in the highest echelons of most religions, but still–their problems aren’t seen as any bigger than the problems of any normal human.

Perhaps the episode that held the most promise for me was the penultimate one, where we follow Cardinal Gutierrez (Javier Cámara) to New York where he’s arrived to apprehend a pedophile priest. We meet the priest, who of course was abused himself as a child, and also an obese sickly woman whom Gutierrez is counseling. They had the promise of being compelling characters but we spent so little time with them, and Sorrentino made so much out of melodramatic music and vague flashbacks that they ultimately felt more like caricatures.

As a Jew, I admit that the saints and miracle-workers that populated this story just aren’t my bag, baby, so maybe it’s a subjective disconnect. I found this show to be disjointed and underwhelming in theme. Holding out hope that maybe HBO will pick up another Italian project in the future–well, there’s “season two” of this, The New Pope, but I’m not sure I’ll watch. Meh.

Big Little Lies

Based on a novel by Liane Moriarty, there’s no doubt that this story is a little bit fluffy. Or maybe it’s a matter of perspective; I haven’t read the book myself, but my mother found it to be relatively beach ready after getting through the harrowing Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi.

I think that a lot of this has to do with format and setting. The format is very plot based; we start with a murder, so the question of “whodunnit?” (also “who’s the victim?”) looms large over the narrative. It’s a puzzle to be solved, which sometimes eclipses the natural progression of the character arcs. A last minute shocker reveal about two seeming strangers with an shared past proves very convenient. Also, the story takes place in a rich suburb of Monterey, and despite any real world issues, we’re constantly reminded of the privilege and frivolity that pervades these peoples’ lives. Plus, there is so much gossip and backstabbing that after awhile, I really wanted to put somebody’s eye out.

The ending is also a little pat, with all of the main characters, some of them enemies, coming together to say goodbye to the murder investigation with a picnic on the beach. Didn’t really feel deserved.

I was intrigued with how they handled the spousal abuse storyline. I’m used to the one-dimensional Lifetime approach, where an innocent woman is duped by a sadistic man who shows his true colors when it’s too late. Here, Nicole Kidman and Alexander Skarsgård have built a more complicated set of rituals and denials around what’s happening. Meanwhile the therapist calls bullshit, so the show isn’t excusing said abuse. It just feels more real–all the way down to how it affects their seemingly oblivious kids.

Shailene Woodley gives a tense and masterful performance as the vulnerable single mother and rape victim of the story, to the point that I could barely recognize her in scenes with her antagonist, Laura Dern (who also played Woodley’s own doting mother in The Fault in Our Stars. Talk about some dissociation! :P) And speaking of Woodley, her Divergent co-star Zoë Kravitz, also gets to play with a more complicated role as Reese Witherspoon’s sorta rival.

Oh, Reese. 😛 From the trailers I was afraid that her character would be the Regina George of the bunch, but actually she’s far more layered. Jealous and possessive, Type A driven, definitely flawed–and depressed about her college-aged daughter moving physically and emotionally away from her. I liked the idea that her marriage is on the rocks because she and her husband have different sexual needs and general drives, and I was disappointed when the show introduced the affair subplot. Alas.

Still, I found this to be an enjoyable miniseries. And more refreshing than male gods–we focus on the lives of female humans. 😛 I’d like more of this, please.

The Leftovers

Loosely based on the Tom Perrotta novel, The Leftovers is probably the most thoughtful, best realized show on this list (and I say this while deeply disliking aspects! :P) But in touching how abandonment and loss of faith touch a particular set of people, it’s quite powerful.

I’ve written in some depth about season one and season two, though I’ll have to rehash some bits in order to come to terms with the final season.

Quick recap: 2% of the world’s population disappears and the show revolves, sorta, around the 98% of leftovers trying to make sense of it all. I say “sorta” because in season two, I came to terms with the fact that this isn’t a maxmist story about how everyone deals, but rather a very minimalist one about a how a small sliver of familiar middle class white Christian folks deal with it. (Departure is a very flimsy cover for “Rapture.”) On the plus side, I do love delving deep into a few characters. So this season I made my peace with the Kevin=messiah mishegas, because at least his surreal journeys to the afterlife were funny, and I liked how the Australian character, Grace (Lindsay Duncan) related to that hoe down.

I’m still disappointed in all of the dropped threads–like the tense relationship between Jill (Margaret Qualley) and Laurie (Amy Brennerman), the mother who abandoned her in season one. Last season was unique for bringing in a fully realized African American family, the Murphys, but this season they were incredibly sidelined. And more generally, I dislike how the drama on this show is always pushed TO THE MAX, like how Kevin, Sr. (Scott Glenn) can’t even ask a random guy for directions without said guy setting himself on fire.

The inciting incident of this season, set seven years after “The Departure,” is that Reverend Matt (Christopher Eccleston) promises that a great Noah-like flood will come, and only Messiah Kevin (Justin Theroux) can save them. The cast ends up in Australia because Nora, Kevin’s girlfriend (Carrie Coon) wants to expose a fraud where some scientists are claiming they can send survivors to where the Departed went. Equally as likely, she wants to hitch a ride to her Departed children.

So I’ve made my peace with the Christian elements, but then this year they go off and appropriate different religious observances. In “Crazy Whitefella Thinking,” Kevin, Sr. hops around Australia recording aboriginal songs because he’s sure they will stop the flood. We get very little insight into the cultures of these real tribes. Then, in “It’s a Matt Matt, Matt World,” the show uses some Yom Kippur liturgy to bolster Matt’s character arc. Don’t get me wrong; he’s one of the more complicated characters on the show (egotistical yet vulnerable. Plus he gets a goodbye scene with his sister, Nora, in the finale that I’m desperate to have reproduced on Game of Thrones before the White Walkers kill the remaining Stark children /wibble). But obviously that liturgy is meant for a very different, very somber, very community-oriented purpose than Matt’s personal tsuris.

But I’ve come to the conclusion that Nora is my favorite character, and so the final scene is a real winner for me. One thing that I think The Leftovers does exceedingly well is dole out character-enlightening monologues. Nora’s final monologue, all about the need for and fragility of human connections, gave me major Mockingjay finale vibes. Also, her description of “the Departed” land made me desperate to reread Station Eleven. I think it’s still on my dad’s nightstand. 😛

So I dunno, if the destination and many parts of the journey are an indication, then this is the best show on here. I’m definitely glad that I stuck with it; was an interesting, if bumpy, ride.


Admittedly, I’m a sucker for taglines like this.

The Expanse

Shockingly enough, I turned away from HBO for a brief period of time–and to the SyFy Channel! 😮 I hadn’t really watched them since they were the SciFi Channel! 😛

OK, so I tried this show last year and gave up halfway through season one. I didn’t find it to be that compelling, and I think the reason for that was because of the framing story–a noir detective search for a missing girl. The girl, Julie, (Florence Faivre) wasn’t a character in her own right, but rather a spark to set off the plot. Basically: a few hundred years into the future, humans on Earth and Mars are locked in combat, and our fellows living in the asteroid belt are caught in the middle. But there’s a sudden new, scary weapon of mass destruction (discovered at the end of the Julie arc), and most of our main characters, a Firefly-like crew of diverse folks, have to speak truth to power.

But in season two the plot is in motion, and I could focus on the consequences and the other characters. We are introduced to Bobbie Draper (Frankie Adams) who has a rather age-worn character arc of being a militant who has to reassess her values when she finds out that her planet’s government isn’t as noble as she’d like to believe. But at least it’s her arc; she isn’t just part of someone else’s.

I also really liked the budding romance between Jim (Steven Strait) and Naomi (Dominique Tipper), even when I shouldn’t have because Jim’s in the midst of the standard “good boy exposed to bad situations, losing his moral compass” bit. But the end of season two ends on a far more ethically ambiguous note for both of them.

One of the reasons I wanted to watch the show in the first place was because of Shohreh Aghdashloo, who plays a shrewd Earth diplomat. She seems like a far more complicated character this year, so yay. And finally, I’m a sucker for a geeky, botanist dad (Terry Chen) trying to save his young daughter. Goes without saying that this show already has a refreshingly diverse cast.

Ultimately I’m not sure that the characters transcend the roles assigned to them by the needs of the plot, but I love the themes of this show. How much does allegiance to home planet (or Belt) define you? Where is the line between right and wrong? We might be stepping into very Game of Thrones territory here, where the consequences of war far outstrip the players.

This is based on an ongoing series of science fiction books by James S.A. Corey; one of several options that I’m quibbling about starting. Time to get out my hashtag–#SoMuchToRead! Am I a bad book nerd if I just let the television show tell the story to me? :/ Alas. It’ll be back on air sometime in 2018.

May 21, 2017

Once Upon a Series Finale?

Posted in Pop Culture at 7:19 pm by chavalah

The majority of the “Once Upon a Time” main cast during a yester-year San Diego Comic Con shoot.

Anyone who is still watching ABC’s “Once Upon a Time” knows that drama has been afoot lately. I only get my news from my favorite OUAT podcast, but the airwaves are buzzing—the vast majority of the main cast is leaving the show, and the set up for season seven is almost removed enough from the preceding six to be called a spin off.

Allow me to briefly express my cynicism about this move enacted by ABC. The writers actually gave us a pretty cohesive ending to the series last week, but instead we’re being dragged along past the finish line. I fear that the show will go out with a whimper instead of a bang—these “reset seasons” don’t have a great reputation—but who knows, I could be wrong. I’ll probably be back to review season seven either way. 😛 But for now, I want to bid my farewell to this modern day fairytale as I knew it.

Admittedly, my attention has waned these past few seasons, but 6B had some high points. The Black Fairy, as played by Jaime Murray, was a pretty memorable villain. We primarily stayed focused on the main cast, with frequent callbacks to older seasons. The most significant of these was the build up to a “final battle,” which characters teased as part of Emma’s ultimate destiny all the way back in the beginning.

We also got a wedding and a musical episode; what’s not to love there? 😛 And the season finale, though maybe occasionally skittering around iffy plot issues, ended strong for the characters, and reaffirmed the show’s central message of hope and faith. There was even a parting shot of Emma-as-savior, surrounded by her friends in family in a Final Supper da Vinci style; not the first overtly Christian imagery in my pop culture viewing this first half of 2017. My biggest complaint was how under-utilized Belle was, in this and indeed in most episodes. Seems almost greedy to complain about this, considering the large number of female characters with fully formed, complicated storylines, from Emma to Snow to Regina and Zelena and even Cora, I’d say. I think I’m going to miss that aspect of OUAT most of all; the strong focus on the lives and relationships of women. Makes it really stand out when Belle’s not a part of that group.

So, as my parting act, permit me to give armchair advice to seasoned TV people about how they should have handled their show. 😛 This season drew me in enough to make me more wary of the mistakes of seasons past. Somewhere around the end of season three, I think that the story lost its way a little bit.

It should have been more streamlined. The writers realized by the sixth season that they should focus more fully on the leads and less on the “guest star of the week.” I would retroactively cut the Land of Untold Stories, Camelot, the three villainesses, and even Arendale (let it go, let it go…). The Underworld we need to keep, if for no other reason than because of the cathartic conclusion to the Cora/daughters storyline, and the start of the sisterly relationship between Regina and Zelena. Really should have gotten more play over all as their shared “happy ending.” But I’d divorce Hades’ realm from the whole “roving Dark One powers” nonsense. That whole thing was very forced and added little to Emma’s character development, unlike utilizing her authentic flaws when it comes to walls and abandonment getting in the way of family, hope and love.

I’d also be ok with leaving Lily in, and focusing on this intriguing “real world” relationship from Emma’s past, sans the mishegas about who has what magical potential for good or evil. I’d cook up another reason for the Charmings being in conflict with Malificent, possibly be responsible for sending Lily to the land without magic, basically building up their flaws. And give them something to do in Enchanted Forest flashbacks rather than run from Regina. 😛

I also have my quibbles with the author powers, and how they tease boundaries concerning whether “characters” act with free will. But I also liked giving a growing Henry more agency, and recording stories does seem like a natural outcropping of his “heart of the truest believer” moniker.

I might be in the minority, but I loved season two, being introduced to Cora and Hook, both of whom have great journeys on the show, plus the slow start of Emma’s identification with her family. The only significant thing I’d change is allowing Mulan and Aurora to ride off into the sunset together, as it should have been! So long as I’m daring to hope that “family friendly” can include access to all kinds of loving relationships.

Neverland is the most underrated story arc of the show, imho, and Pan was the best villain. Season three was when the show runners started doing two story arcs per season, but frankly, with some planning, I think Neverland could have lasted an entire season. Then afterwards…in season four we should have introduced the Black Fairy right away. Establish Rumple’s parents as the big baddies of the show. Start teasing the threat of “the final battle” early, White Walkers on “Game of Thrones” style. 😛 Make Emma’s—and everyone’s—fight with the Black Fairy a little more nuanced and a little less rushed. “The final battle” only has to be the tail end of it—before then we could have a war. And for pete’s sake, now that I’m removing all of the fluff, there’s time to give Belle a decent story arc or two! Oh, if only.

Thus concludes my personal reboot of “Once Upon a Time.” If only we had access to a time machine? Technically, one of the season finales was a big homage to “Back to the Future.” 😛

Though not of the same caliber as the “prestige television” that makes up most of my viewing diet, this show has served me faithfully throughout the years. I skirt on the edges of fandom by listening to the ONCE Podcast, and texting with my one or two friends who also watch. I even remember, way back in season one, walking out of one of my first Library School grad classes, to the tune of a classmate on the phone saying “I have to go home to watch ‘Once Upon a Time’!” I knew then that I was in the right place. 😛

Thank you to all of the cast and crew for putting this show together. I’ll be tuning back into ABC this fall for wherever we go next.

April 14, 2017

5777: My First Hosted Passover Seder!

Posted in Judaism at 10:03 pm by chavalah

My Seder set up!

I’ve had it in my head for a couple of years that I wanted to host my own Passover Seder. But plans always came up to divert me. Instead I’d spend the holiday with my interfaith and assimilated family, and any attempt at a Seder pretty much fell apart immediately. Last year I found a one-page “Haggadah” online, and even that we couldn’t seem to get through.

As I’ve assumed some Jewish practice as an adult, Passover remained my sore spot. It’s a family holiday, and my memories of robust family Seders ended in childhood. And I was mostly bored by religious ritual then, so I mostly remember leaving the table and heading off to play.

So this was my year to reclaim the holiday! This was my year of coming home. I sent my parents an evite, knowing that I could coerce them to at least follow some of the rituals, and we had our Seder Sunday evening, the day before Passover 5777 began. I’m not pretending to be traditional here. 😛

Even though I didn’t chase after hametz with a feather, my condo is about 75% comprised of cat fur, so I did have to embrace some serious cleaning. Opening my home, even to my parents, was an apprehensive task for me. I live alone, and can’t say that I’ve ever “entertained” guests in the formal way. Here again I differ from my family, who clean house and cook meals for people during at least one festive holiday per year. I decided that if Passover was important to me, and Passover is very much about community, this would be the time for me to join their ranks.

Like with most holiday preparations, it was a stressful experience. My parents ended up arriving an hour and a half late and I had barely started cooking. I had to run to CVS for some chicken broth while my mom rolled my matzah balls into boiling water; the soup ended up rather tasteless (though the matzah balls were great! :P) And my dad graciously tipped my Ikea table onto its side to tighten some seriously loose screws, and then he got out the big vacuum for some final de-furring. My cat stayed in the bedroom, having exhausted her curiosity about why I’d pulled said table away from the wall in the first place.

My biggest accomplishment of the day was obtaining a free shank bone from Whole Foods, after I asked customer service about an obscure 2012 blog post I’d read half an hour earlier. I also printed out some supplemental reading from HIAS, the American Jewish World Service and a page from The Five Books of Miriam edited by Ellen Frankel.

My mom brought the Seder plate, some homemade charoset, and our Reconstructionist Haggadah. We skipped through the book, playing a little hodge podge with the ceremonial rituals, and focusing on responsive readings that spoke to us about the holiday. My mom and I sang the four questions in Hebrew, and my dad read in English. We told the story of the Exodus in our own words as the natural light shifted and my cat came out to meow for food. Then we sang a few songs, cleared the table and washed dishes, talked about other things, and my folks headed home.

Despite the preparation anxieties of the weekend, which honestly feel as much part of the experience as the Seder itself, I’d call this a success. The food was (mostly) good, and our religious content was casual but meaningful. I felt connected to my family, to my heritage, and even to myself in the ways that I hoped I would. Taking on the mantle of Passover meant that I had to take responsibility for my religious identity in a new way. This wasn’t about sitting in a pew in synagogue, but about leading the festivities, like Miriam with her tambourine by the Red Sea. OK, maybe not that significant, but you get the idea. 😛

Best of all, my parents said that they enjoyed themselves, too. It’s all well and good that I wanted to do this for myself, but to be a noteworthy host, I also had to bring something to the guests. I feel like something changed in me by opening my home to others, even if it was just my own parents. To practice Judaism fully, you have to share your life with your family, your community. Sometimes, you have to be the leader in things that matter to you. And I don’t need to be afraid of those steps anymore.

Chag sameach, everyone. Next year in my condo. 😛

March 21, 2017

Latest Pop Culture Jewish Ruminations (Mostly a Review of “X-Men: Apocalypse”) :P

Posted in Judaism, Pop Culture at 11:36 pm by chavalah

Erik (Michael Fassbender) confronts Apocalypse (Oscar Isaac) at Auschwitz

Does God exist? And if “He” does, why does He allow mass crimes against humanity to be perpetrated against His people?

These are the questions, asked in an explicitly Jewish way, that captured my attention most while watching X-Men: Apocalypse. A little background–yes, I saw it in theatres, but the constant barrage on HBO has me thinking about it again. 😛

The three X-Men reboot movies have all essentially been about the same thing. Even though this film is ostensibly about a Bronze Age demigod attempting to gain omniscience and destroy/rebuild the world in his image, it’s REALLY about Erik’s neverending distrust of humanity and pull towards the dark side. Apparently losing his family to the Holocaust was a little too retro for the third time, so the story fridges a sudden wife and daughter instead, in order to nudge Erik from quiet country life into vengeful mass murderer again.

Except that this film does deal heavily in the Holocaust, and in the most real and visceral way that I’ve ever seen, at least in a big genre blockbuster. Erik and Oscar Isaac’s character, who is basically the closest we come to God, act out a pantomime at Auschwitz that is uncomfortably familiar to me as a Jew who has learned about the genocide since being a little girl, and has listened to survivors. It’s a conversation that even those of us born years after the Holocaust ended have had in our heads.

The scene starts with Apocalypse taking Erik to Auschwitz and saying “this is where your people were slaughtered,” which strikes me as a very particular sort of framing. Not all of “the people” were slaughtered after all; many of us lived on, l’dor va’dor, from generation to generation. But for many survivors, and perhaps others pondering the enormity of the Holocaust, the Jewish people ended in those gas chambers and mass graves. In the 1980s, Erik is living in his native Poland, but he doesn’t appear to be leading a Jewish life aside from singing Yiddish lullabies to his daughter. Obviously the macro character arc for Magneto is predicated upon the loss of his entire identity as a child, leading him to embrace an extremist mutant ideology.

Then, Apocalypse and Erik move on to a God/Man struggle talk, which would not feel out of place in the Bible. Apocalypse introduces himself by several monikers, which hearkens back to the Jewish belief that we can’t know the one true name of God so we call God by many names, including “Shem” and “Elohim,” both of which Apocalypse ticks off. Erik then asks Apocalypse, well if you are God, WHERE WERE YOU when this was happening, and Apocalypse answers that he was sleeping. The answer really isn’t as important as the question concerning what sort of magnanimous God would allow the Holocaust, or any other form of genocide or crime against humanity, to happen. The issue is of course much more complicated than the movie makes it out to be, because Apocalypse is merely a character with an agenda to tap into Erik’s rage. But the fact that this conversation takes place at all, between a Jewish man and a godlike figure, has been niggling at me in a Jewish identity sort of way. Not sure what this means…except that this largely insipid action film moved me very personally for about five minutes. Not to say that I hated the rest of the experience; just…eh.

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Stray observations:

Did anyone else think that Apocalypse may in fact be the unintentional good guy when he made the world’s nukes go away? He even referenced the Bible again with the Tower of Babel story–“You can fire your arrows from the Tower of Babel, but you can never strike God!” An ungenerous reading of the Tower of Babel story paints God as jealous of human industry, and therefore scatters us so that we don’t get too smart. But human smarts have led in part to these possible Earth-destroying weapons of mass destruction–just saying I’d be cool with a supernatural force intervening to say “yeah, no, this shit won’t fly.” 😛

I try not to be a sucker for romance (I don’t really think most of the characters in this franchise are developed enough for that anyway) but I got the feels when Charles (James McAvoy) told Moira (Rose Bryne) “I’m on a beach…in Cuba…with you.” Hearkened back to the first (and strongest) reboot movie, though you kinda have to ignore that he’d stolen her memories from her for the past 20 years. :/ Also that no one had aged much in that time. 😛

THE major reason that I went to see this film in theatres was that I was hoping that Mystique (Jennifer Lawrence) and Jean Grey (Sophie Turner) would have ONE conversation together. This was accomplished through a five minute back and forth about fear in the face of danger, with the dude characters constantly interjecting. 😦

Possibly my least favorite part of the film: the sexual tension between Logan and Jean Grey. Ugh, I’ve endured SIX YEARS of Aiden Gillen perving on Sophie Turner via Game of Thrones, ever since she was like 13-14 years old; I do not NEED this here. Please, someday, let me see a Sophie Turner project where someone old enough to be her father is NOT hitting on her. 😛

I’ve seen some comparisons concerning Jennifer Lawrence’s Mystique role in this film to her Katniss Everdeen role. Apparently, since the events of the last film, she’s seen by many young people as some sort of folk hero, and like Katniss, she’s not comfortable with the attention. The main difference being that superhero Mystique, largely on her own, decided last minute to NOT partake in a political assassination; and human Katniss, largely manipulated by government agents and propaganda forces beyond her control, was picked to be the figurehead of a revolution. It’s interesting, though, that in this movie, they gave Mystique a Katniss-like prickly, reclusive loner vibe. Overall I find Mystique’s character to be pretty underwhelming. The X-Men movies are mostly the Wolverine show with a side dish of Erik and Charles debating the nature of humanity. But at least I got to add to my quota of constantly referencing The Hunger Games. 😀 Score!


Book cover

Moving to a largely unrelated note, but this is my blog, after all. 😛 I’ve slowly been getting into reading more recent science fiction books, and my latest conquest was Planetfall by Emma Newman. It’s been on my mind a lot–it’s the story of a woman, Ren, who, along with a thousand others, follows her close friend-turned-prophet off of Earth and onto an alien planet where she’s convinced that she will find God. It’s actually pretty low on the religion and pretty high on the science, except that this isn’t what drew me into the book.

The novel is a character study about Ren, our unreliable narrator who is dealing with an anxiety disorder. The plot jumpstarts with a mysterious stranger coming to town who inevitably unravels several colony secrets, but it’s a very interior novel. It’s also a bit about the search for meaning, if not outright the search for God. (Said prophet, it should be said, is actually shunted into a Moses narrative; by the time the book starts, most of her compatriots are waiting for her to “come down from Sinai,” as it were.)

Still, I can’t help but hold this book up against my occasionally explored “Jews in space” theory, and I wonder if what this is telling me is that we wouldn’t invariably go to space, at least not to find God. God, for us, is very tied up in our history, which is very tied into Earth, Jerusalem in particular. Even if we don’t go to space for religious reasons, could most (heavily identified or practicing) Jews bear to leave Jerusalem so far behind? (Now perhaps would be a good time to quote the Psalms. Or Yehuda Amichai. :P)

Before I go too off the rails here, I guess I’ll end by pointing out that Newman has written a companion book to Planetfall–it’s called After Atlas. I’ll need to get to it sooner or later…there’s just so much to read! Oy.

February 19, 2017

The Movie “Denial” and “Alternative Facts”

Posted in Judaism, Pop Culture at 11:16 pm by chavalah

I’m not attacking freedom of speech. I’ve been defending my right to stand up against someone who wants to pervert the truth.

Rachel Weisz, Tom Wikinson and Timothy Spall in the promotional photo

Rachel Weisz, Tom Wikinson and Timothy Spall in the promotional photo

Undoubtedly the social justice-oriented movie most on my mind this Academy Awards season is the based-on-history film Denial. No, it’s not up for any Oscars, and I’m not here to argue about that. I’m perfectly happy for Hidden Figures to take home that top prize. But Denial, which chronicles Holocaust denier David Irving’s libel case against Jewish historian Deborah Lipdstadt, speaks heavily to these modern times.

When Trump advisor Kellyanne Conway first spun the term “alternative facts,” my mind immediately went to Holocaust denial. Later, of course, the Trump administration would omit mention of the Jews from their statement on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, which Lipdstadt herself would term in an Atlantic editorial as “softcore denial.” Actually, this whole debacle brought into sharp focus for me the “alternative fact” propagated by Simon Wiesenthal some 70 years ago in order to engender Gentile support for Holocaust remembrance–that 5 million non-Jews were targeted for genocide next to the six million Jews. This line of thinking could take me down a rabbit hole about how the Jewish narrative is often tweaked–even by ourselves–to appease Gentile sensibilities, but I think I’ll stop myself. 😛

What skills do we have to combat these “alternative facts”–or to use the more honest term, these lies? Rachel Weisz, who plays Lipdstadt in the movie, has these compelling lines: “Freedom of speech means you can say whatever you want. What you can’t do is lie and expect not to be accountable for it.” There’s a difference between quantifiable facts–like that the Holocaust happened or that climate change is real–and opinions, such as one’s preference for movies up for Academy Awards.

That’s not to say that there aren’t conflicting ways to get to the truth. My favorite part of the movie, and the part that challenged me most, was the way to fight this libel suit. The lawyers wanted to focus on discrediting Irving and highlighting his antisemitic agenda in a rational, almost detached way, where Lipdstadt focused on the emotional appeal, and fought futilely for some Auschwitz survivors to testify on behalf of the dead. Auschwitz, where one million Jews were killed, was the focus of the trial. When the Nazis realized that their cause was lost, they destroyed the gas chambers to circumvent evidence of what they did there. There is, of course, testimony from collaborators and survivors, as well as scientific inference from what remains, but deniers use the lack of a proverbial smoking gun to spout their propaganda.

Even in today’s hyper-documented world, dangerous conspiracy theories about science, different minority groups, and etc abound. Political leaders in various parts of the globe are denigrating the press in the hopes of blurring the concepts of “fact” and “opinion.” Historians, scientists and others are being compared to politicians and bigots with biased agendas in order to create the idea of “alternative facts.” This movie was a beacon of light to me about the still-powerful call to real truth.

January 19, 2017

2016: A Look Back at Jewish Italy

Posted in Italy at 4:59 pm by chavalah

Depiction of Jewish communities in Italy

Depiction of Jewish communities in Italy


I have some memories in the last year of sitting on the DC metro and skimming through my Twiter feed, seeing fascinating Jewish-Italian interest headlines crop up and thinking I should store them away for this feature. Except that I never did, instead preferring to do all of my compiling in the future. Thanks a lot, past self. 😛

But I feel pretty confident, after perusing JTA and Tablet Magazine, that I have the important stuff. Turns out that 2016 was an important year in Venetian Jewish history–it marked the 500th anniversary of the first Jewish ghetto! See a link to a feature about that down below, as well as some commemorative activities, including a staging of “The Merchant of Venice” with a cameo by Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg as a judge!

Other fascinating historical and cultural pieces cropped up, too, to complement the usual and less savory amount of anti-Semitism, anti-Israel sentiment, Italian earthquake aftermath, and a continuing obsession with Hitler. Surely Mein Kampf entering the public domain didn’t help much with that one. 😛 But we also have stories about Italian museums showcasing the history of long-gone Jewish communities. A 13th century Torah scroll was repaired and returned to a synagogue in the northern town of Biella; it’s now thought to be the oldest scroll still in use. Speaking of the Torah, Tablet ran a fascinating article about a uniquely Italian focus on Jewish women in ritual life.

I included other personal essays from people with Jewish and Italian heritage, as well as information on famous novelist Elena Ferrante’s possible links to that community. Please feel free to add any other stories in the comments. So, without furtho ado!

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