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Book: Adventures in Yiddishland by Jeffrey Shandler


Firstly, let me say that Jeffrey Shandler's 2006 "Adventures in Yiddishland" is a decidedly academic book. It's subtitle is "Postvernacular Language & Culture." It is sometimes written with the dry tone and scholarly jargon of a postgraduate lecture. Mr. Shandler is an academic -- he is the Chair and Professor of Jewish Studies at Rutgers. The book was published by the University of California Press, the same group that published such popular titles as "Self-Consuming Artifacts: The Experience of Seventeenth-Century Literature" and "Crossing Aspectual Frontiers: Emergence, Evolution, and Interwoven Semantic Domains in South Conchucos Quechua Discourse."

That being said, Shandler also collects Yiddish kitsch, which he calls tchotchkes, so he may be an academic, but he's not inaccessible. I found his book to be perfectly readable -- quite enjoyable actually. But, then, I pursued an undergraduate degree in Jewish studies, so it may also be that I'm the right sort of audience for this book.

One of the tip-offs that Shandler is an academic, rather than, say, an activist, is that he has an important central idea and has given it an entirely unsexy name. The phrase he uses, and, as far as I can tell, coined is "postvernacular." And it no doubt is the right word, the exact word for his idea. A vernacular language is, if you'll forgive me quoting Wikipedia, a "native language or native dialect of a specific population," and Yiddish was that, once. For a small portion of Jews -- either old or very religious -- it still is.

But for the rest of us, Yiddish is not our native language. It's not used as an everyday language of communication. In fact, for modern American Jews, Yiddish really has no formal place -- it's not used in the synagogue, nor the summer camps, nor usually the sorts of places where Jews get together to do Jewish things, except sometimes embedded as atomized expressions in English speech. And yet it persists in a variety of ways, and Shandler's book explores the various ways it persists. His tchotchkes are one example. Yiddishists educational programs, another. Klezmer another. It's a deep look into some of the obscure alleyways of modern Judaism, and the author takes great interest in the fact that Yiddish has been embraced both by Judaism's ultra-right and activist LGBT Jews.

Shandler makes the convincing case that Jews have a long history with postvernacular languages: We continued to study Hebrew long after it ceased being a spoken language, thanks to it being the language of the Bible, and we retained Aramaic long after most Jews stopped speaking it, thanks to it being the language of the Talmud. In this book, Shandler looks at the ways Yiddish has been maintained, and the reasons why.

Something goes undiscussed, and it's worth mentioning. Both the Torah and the Talmud are essential Jewish documents, to a greater or lesser extent, depending on your upbringing. (The very Orthodox still learn Aramaic, but, as a boy attending a Reform religious program, I did not.) Yiddish has no similar document, and while the language produced some very fine literature, we do not treat literature in the way we treat holy texts.

Most American Jews would be perfectly satisfied to read I. L. Peretz in translation, and would not feel the need to spend years studying Yiddish to read him in his original language. But most Jews are required to read the Hebrew of the Torah aloud at their Bar or Bat Mitvah, and there are Hebrew prayers at virtually all Jewish events, and so there is both a compelling reason to teach Hebrew and a mechanism for doing so. Further, Hebrew is the national language of Israel, and most modern American Jewish institutions have Zionist leanings, and so there is additional reason to teach the language. This simply does not exist for Yiddish. Or it does, but only in haredi communities that use Yiddish the same way the Amish use Pennsylvania German, as a way of separating themselves from the mainstream world.

Yet Yiddish continues among mainstream Jews. I think this is worth exploring, as Shandler has done so, because it indicates some inchoate value Jews find in the language, even when it isn't the language of sacred texts or a Jewish nation. And Shandler finds that the language is plastic enough to be meaningful to all sorts of Jews for all sorts of reasons. Yiddish is a language of nostalgia for some. A language of activism for others. A language of comedy for many. A language of poetry for a few.

It's good stuff to chew on, especially if you're like me, or, in my case, are me, as I am. And by that I mean: If you're someone who is not just engaged in Yiddish, but wishes to actively encourage its use by other Jews. Some Jews may want to use aspects of the language because it makes them feel more Jewish. Some may want to use aspects of the language because it Judaizes their experiences, as with GLBT Jews and Jewish feminists, who wish to describe the uniquely Jewish aspects of their experience and want to use Jewish language to do so. Some may want to know Yiddish songs, because they feel aesthetically attracted to the music. Or maybe some will want to use Yiddish as a sort of countercultural argot -- it wouldn't be the first time.

Most of these people will not be using Yiddish as a vernacular language -- even for non-Haredi Jews who are fluent in the language, as Shandler points out, must create infrequent opportunities to use Yiddish as a vernacular, and as a result there is something performative about it. So Shandler's book raises all sorts of tantalizing questions about how people currently use Yiddish, how they might use it in the future, and how that might come about.

It just needs a sexier name than postvernacular. But what? What? The Freshest New Beats of Yiddish? Yiddish on Fleek? Yiddish Young Boots? Yiddish AF?

I'm probably not the right person to come up with a sexy name.

Book: And You Shall Know Us by the Trail of Our Vinyl: The Jewish Past as Told by the Records We Have Loved


When I was in my teens, I attended a Jewish high school. There weren't many of us -- just 13 students my first year, pursuing an ambitious curriculum in just a few classrooms at the back of the Jewish Community Center in Minneapolis.

Despite the smallness of our school, we somehow wound up with a surprising amount of unsupervised time -- in my case, this often happened after school ended, while I waited for my mother or father to pick me up, which could be a wait of a long as an hour or so. I typically spent this time in the library, and I got a little obsessed with the JCC's collection of records.

There were collections of Hasidic songs, some of which I can still sing to this day. There were endless recordings of cantors, which probably caused a short-lived interest I had in becoming a cantor; the closest I came was working as a songleader at Jewish summer camps. There were records from the 1960s from Israel, whose covers showed handsome, brown-skinned sabras tending to kibbutz fields or leaping in rural Israeli locations.

I can't precisely say what the legacy of this was, except that I still know an awful lot of Jewish songs, and will sometimes just start singing them. It's a sort of joke I do, because when I get to the chorus, I will shout out "Everybody!" like I am still a camp songleader and everybody should just know this songs. Nobody knows these songs. Not anymore. The era of vinyl is long past, and few have made the transition to the digital realm.

The records are still out there, of course. This 2008 book, "And You Shall Know Us by the Trail of Our Vinyl: The Jewish Past as Told by the Records We Have Loved," is nothing but vinyl, and it is like somebody took the entire JCC record collection of my youth and decided to reprint the album covers. It evolved out of a web project, which pleases me as a guy who does web projects too, and one of the authors, Roger Bennett, is also responsible for books titled "Bar Mitzvah Disco" and "Camp Camp: Where Fantasy Island Meets Lord of the Flies," which likewise seem to have ransacked my childhood.

"And You Shall Know Us by the Trail of Our Vinyl" is undeniably kitchy and doesn't shy away from the fact. I suspect the project started with an appreciation for the sheer spectacle of the album covers, which were often exercises in the lapses in Jewish good taste, and the text of the book has a keen eye for the ridiculous. But the authors also recognized that album covers, in their own way, told a story of the Jewish experience, particularly the American Jewish experience for a good chunk of the middle of the 20th century. An especially dazzling section looks at records produced by Israelis, sometimes explicitly for consumption by American audiences, and it reveals a country of endless reinventions, from settler farmers to triumphant soldiers to Eurovision-style pop stars.

Most of the book, however, shows a different sort of Jewish reinvention -- what seem to be quicksilver-like changes in the American Jewish experience. Trends rise and fall as American Jews attempt at once to make themselves a part of the American mainstream and try to set themselves apart from it. And so we find these astonishing hybrids, from the Jewish swing of the Barry sisters to a short, magnificent trend of Jewish songs with Latin arrangements to old Yiddish songs being revived for the folk explosion of the 60s. There is not a Jewish thing that somebody hasn't tried to Americanize, and an American thing that somebody hasn't tried to Judaize. 

Like the authors, I think I prefer the moments when this produced lapses in taste. I remember attending a cousin's bat mitva at a very old, very established Reform temple in New York, and it was all old money. As it happened, there would be two concurrent celebrations that day, one for my cousin, and one for the scion of one of the synagogues most established families.

It was immediately evident who came from what family. The scion's family were tidy, elegant, unfussily formal. My family looked like Chechen, in ill-fitting black suits with black ties over black shirts, some unshaven, some lounging in the synagogues pews like they were visiting friends at a bathhouse. I felt a strange pride at this -- this was my family, and we were the troublemakers, the barely reconstructed immigrant family, the tacky and noisy and strange.

I like my Jewish albums like I like my Jewish family. I like the loud female comics like Belle Barth, the weird Yiddish records the explain how to make schmaltz, the Orthodox Jewish boys who decide to form their own R&B bands. I like it when the frayed edges of assimilation show, when genre blending has such hard angles as to essentially be a mash-up, and when people who little or questionable talent nonetheless find an audience thanks to pitching themselves perfectly at a small, niche immigrant audience. 

Those are my people, and they make my albums. This book is full of them.

Book: Yiddishkeit: Jewish Vernacular & the New Land


There's a marvelous book on Yiddish called "Yiddishkeit: Jewish Vernacular & the New Land," and it is mostly associated with writer Harvey Pekar, who is pictured above. Pekar, who died in 2010, gained notoriety for authoring a series of autobiographical independent comics called "American Splendor." He also worked as a freelance book and music critic, and favored avant garde literature and jazz records, often championing work that he felt had been neglected.

This book feels very Pekar. Much of it is in comic form, with some autobiography -- Pekar related that he grew up in a Yiddish-speaking household, and it was his first language. Pekar's fascination with literature and music is here too, with him providing a detailed primer on Yiddish literature.

But there is another editor who worked on this book, and it feels like his book as well, even if he isn't a character in the book, as Pekar is. He is Paul Buhle, an author and scholar at Brown University who has specialized in the history of radicalism in the United States. Although Buhle is not Jewish, his studies in radicalism caused him to learn Yiddish, and he has gone on to author a number of books about Jews and popular culture, including a three-volume series titled, simply, "Jews and American Popular Culture."

Buhle is very much here, in his shared interests with Pekar -- comics, music, and socialism, in particular -- and also in detailed histories of Yiddish popular culture, including film and theater.

I'd call the result an alternative history of Yiddish, focusing on secular, political, and artistic expressions of the language. But an alternative to what? I suspect the Hasidim have their own history of Yiddish, in which it is a language of faith and of religious culture, but that history is not widely available. No, if Pekar and Buhle's book is an alternative history, it is an alternative history of America, a defiance of the myth of the melting pot, demonstrating that before World War II much of the Jewish experience in America was unmelted. In their version, we were a people with an alien language, unpopular European politics, and a thriving cultural life that existed apart from mainstream America.

It's not the whole story, of course. The experience of religious Jews is given short shrift in the book, Zionism scarcely makes an appearance, and the story of assimilation is left untold. Even elements that would fit into this particular history go mostly untold: Yiddish radio is overlooked, and while the book briefly tells of Socialism summer camps, it mostly overlooks the story of the Borsht Belt, which may have been the single greatest incubator of American Yiddish popular culture.

The book makes no claims toward comprehensiveness, and I don't demand it. But every book I read about Yiddish reminds me that there are stories yet untold. This is a bit frustrating, but also wonderful -- I like to know that Yiddish was once so huge that a single book could not contain it. That it would taken many books, most as yet unwritten, to understand the story of Yiddish.

Audiobook: The Yiddish Radio Project


It's been a little while since NPR produced The Yiddish Radio Project -- 14 years precisely, as the show debuted in 2002. In that time, we've lost a few of the voices from the show. Clara Bagelman, better known as one of the Barry Sisters, passed away in 2014. Actor  Eli Wallach, who provided the English-language versions of some of the Yiddish excerpts, died the same year. Herta Freiberg, one of the interview subjects for the show, died in 2007. So I feel like I'm coming to the project a little late, although, thankfully, the program still has its website up. 

It was a project that seemed designed to produce satellite projects. I could listen to an entire show about Rabbi Rubin's Court of the Air, which sounds like a primitive version of Judge Judy with a slightly more reasonable judge (Rabbi Shmuel Aaron Rubin) and a considerably more emotional litigants. Instead of being a succession of court cases about unpaid cell phone bills, the disputes were rooted in the experience of being a collection of poor, recent residents of a new world, and the conflicts that develop with neighbors, friends, and especially family. The Yiddish Radio Project played an excerpt, and it was a decidedly farklemt fellow explaining that he wasn't supporting his mother financial because the woman was in a dispute with his wife. He had a thick New York accent and a strained quality, as though the whole experience had just left him frazzled, and Rabbi Rubin, chastising him in Yiddish, insisted he pay his mother, but also advised her to be nicer to her daughter-in-law.

A lot of the shows sound like they were dramas of the everyday experience, amped up to somewhat hysterical levels, which is an experience many Jews will know all too well from their own domestic experiences growing up, where little nothings could quickly turn into screaming matches. There were the soap operas of Nahum Stutchkoff, which traded in shame, betrayal, and often seemed to end with people screaming and sobbing. There was C. Israel Lutsky, the Jewish Philosopher, who, at least in temperament, also calls to mind Judge Judy, as we would often respond to letters by angrily shouting at the letter-writer.

I mean, I'd listen to more of this, if it had been made available. I suppose one day, when my Yiddish is better, I will have to camp out at the YIVO archives, or wherever there are stacks of transcription records from Yiddish radio, and just listen.

What's available is a lot of fun, though, even if it is necessarily brief. The show is as obsessed with the novelty song "Joe and Paul" as I am, and offers a detailed breakdown of its origin, as well as translating the song's machine-gun Yinglish. They spend some time with the still-popular Barry Sisters, nee Bagelman, who were the longest-lasting and perhaps only legacy of the popularity of "Bei Mir Bistu Shein" when it was recorded as a swing version by the Andrews Sisters. The Barrys demonstrated just how easily traditional Yiddish music could be revised as tight-harmony popular jazz, and vice versa, and I imagine there were plenty of Barry Sister knockoffs, but have not found any. Here, too, I want more, and more is not forthcoming. 

The closest we have is Seymour Rexite, who performed rather stripped-down, pleasingly crooned versions of popular standards, translated into Yiddish, and there were apparently thousands of his songs recorded -- in his house, and he'd play them for you if you went by. Rexrite also died, in 2002, and what happened to those recordings? He even released albums, but they have not, as far as I can tell, been digitized. You can hear some snippets of him singing on the Yiddish Radio Project's website, but, as far as I can tell, that's it, but for some things on YouTube. Here's his version of Misirlou, and it's just marvelous.

I know where this is leading, but I'm not ready to go down that path yet. I can't expect others to do the work for me. If I want to listen to Yiddish-inflected jazz, I am going to have to start to scour record stores and eBay for records, and they I am going to have to digitize them myself. Whatever my curiosity about Yiddish, if I continue down this path, it's going to turn me into an archivist and documentarian, because if not me, who?

But I've been at this three months. I can barely string a sentence together in Yiddish. It's a little early to ask me to commit my life to rounding up party records by Jewish comics, novelty records by Yiddish bands, and swing albums by Yiddish singers.

But the demand is there. It isn't overt, but it's there nonetheless. It's implicit, and it is implicitly saying: You like this? Go find some more of it.

All right, all right, stop bullying. I give. Sheesh.

Week 6: Book: Born to Kvetch


The stats:

I have studied Yiddish for 45 days
I have studied Yiddish flashcards for a total of 17 hours
I have reviewed 549 vocabulary words

I don't have a lot to say about my Yiddish studies this week, except that I am starting to plug in a lot more phrases, and it's a trickier proposition. A lot of Yiddish is idiomatic, and Google Translate seems fairly oblivious to Yiddish idioms, instead providing maddening literal translations of phrases like "What is your name?" and "Where are you from?" As a result, I need to just type the phrases into my cell phone myself. I do this with the aid of a program called Keyman, which makes it relatively simple to type Yiddish.

I also briefly did an experiment where I translated a Yiddish nursery rhyme and plugged it into my flash cards, but I quickly discovered that I lack both the vocabulary and the grammar to do so effectively, so that's a project I will return to when I have bolstered both. At this point, my flashcard creation consists of new vocabulary words from a themed list of 1,000 words, Yiddish sentences from "Der Yiddish Lerer" intended to teach me rudimentary vocabulary, and useful phrases from Berlitz.

I alternate between a page of each, and I have just started to see to my first sentences from them showing up when I go to study my flashcards. I have a feeling that when I have done a hundred or so sentences and know a hundred or so basic phrases, I'll feel a lot more grounded in Yiddish.

In the meanwhile, I read a book called "Born to Kvetch," which was a surprise bestseller for author Michael Wex when it debuted in 2005. The book is a tour through Yiddish words, phrases, proverbs, and slang, roughly grouped into sections based on themes -- sex, for example, gets an entire section to itself.

The book also offers an introduction to the history of Yiddish, which is necessarily condensed but nonetheless informative. I started studying this language with very little formal knowledge of it, and so I knew there were different accents, but didn't know how many or if they were mutually intelligible. I also didn't know what accent I was learning or how it differs from others. As it turns out, the accent I am learning is based on the Litvish accent. This was the dialect of Yiddish spoken by Jews in the northeastern Pale of Settlement. Literally, Litvish means Lithuanian, but in practice versions of the dialect were spoken in a variety of places, including Belarus, where my grandmother came from. The version of the accent I am learning, as well as its vocabulary and sentence structure, was codified by a group called YIVO, the Yiddish Scientific Institute, which began in 1925 in Poland and is currently in New York.

From what I understand, the Litvish dialect is seen as being somewhat dry and academic, and the YIVO version even more so. It's main competitor is called the Poylish dialect, which literally mean Polish, but as with Litvish it was spoken in a variety of places; since it is the accent favored by Hasidim, it is one of the most common in the United States. The accents are quite a bit different from each other -- almost every vowel is pronounced differently. There were other accents as well -- the accent used for Yiddish theater was the Ukrainian accent, and I have no idea what that was like.

It is easiest for me to learn YIVO Yiddish, because that's what most Yiddish instruction offers, but it also sounds like that results in a lifetime of people telling you that you are pronouncing things wrong. I'm not really sure what dialect would be the most appropriate for me, as, along with my Belorussian grandmother, I had ancestors from Romania, Poland, Russia, Moldova, and possibly Ukraine, as well as relatives in Western Europe. I can claim almost any Yiddish accent as my own. The YIVO accent is actually probably the best one for me, since YIVO is now an American institution and theirs is the accent taught to non-Hasidic American Jews, so I'll just stick with what I am learning, but with an awareness that it may be a long time before I recognize or understand the other accents.

"Born to Kvetch" is a terrifically interesting book, but also, by virtue of its structure, a terrifically limited one. I might not know Yiddish well enough to offer a real critique of the book, but I am a former yeshiva bokher, and so can spot one a mile off, and author Michael Wex has the perfume of the yeshiva all over his writing. As a result, his book is heavily informed by the culture of traditional Jewish education; Wex particularly likes to discuss Yiddish phrases that have their origins in Biblical passages or comments from the Talmud, and he details a variety of phrases that rise out of Orthodox Jewish life in Europe.

There is a larger world hinted at in his book, but never examined in as much depth. I may not be a scholar of Yiddish, but, in my time, I was a scholar of Jewish life in Europe, and I know that it was a vast, complicated, and frequently contradictory world. There were an awful lot of Jewish criminals -- a story that has mostly gone untold, probably out of embarrassment -- and they had their own cant, which makes an appearance here and there in this book. There was an enormous amount of folk superstition, and my reading of history suggests that a lot of the Judaism of Israel was folk Judaism, rather than academic Judaism. Hints of this appear as well.

Wex also presents Yiddish as a language that betrays a deep conflict with European Christianity, noting all the little potshots the language takes at Christian faith and practice. I am suspicious that this masks a more complicated story. When Yiddish turns a mocking eye toward Christianity, it often shows a surprising familiarity with the world of Christians, and of course it does. Jews may have had a unique culture and language in Europe, but they did so in a profoundly Christian world, and they interacted with Christians constantly -- even in the bedroom. I grew up with a lot of Russian Jews who were redheads, and there is a part of Russian that has 10 times as many redheads as typically appears in the population. DNA studies of Jews have shown that the average Jew has about 30 percent European ancestors, and there was one study that argued that 80 percent of the maternal ancestry of European Jews comes from European women, suggesting that the early Jews who settled Europe took European women as wives.

There is a term coined by Sigmund Freud that I always try to remember in these circumstances, the "narcissism of small differences," in which you highlight minor points of contention for the sake of minimizing how similar you are. Jews often paint a portrait of themselves as an alien people in Europe, and European people will offer a mirror reflection of that painting, but, if Jews were aliens, there were aliens who had extraordinary familiarity with their new world, and the people in it, to the point of sharing children with them. I suspect that Yiddish often deliberately magnified differences, for the same sort of reasons we still see nowadays: An attempt to battle assimilation, an attempt to highlight what is unique about Judaism, an attempt to take small differences and make them the things that define us, to help create a border around the question of what is a Jew and what isn't.

This may be especially interesting to me, because I live on that border. I am a secular, atheist Jew who was raised in the Reform tradition, but educated by Orthodox Jews. I was adopted, and my biological family is Irish Catholic, and as a result I have a blended identity -- I absolutely see myself as Jewish, but I also absolutely see myself as Irish, and I investigate and live both heritages. I went to a Jewish high school, and was a Jewish studies major in college, and so I know how firmly the ultra-religious side of Judaism tries to build fences and then fences around fences. But I also know how interesting things are when you hop over the fences, and how much authentic Judaism can be found outside spaces that the ultra-religious would circumscribe.

And so I find myself drawn to the parts of Wex's book that touch on those uncircumscribed worlds more than the parts of the book that reflect a yeshiva bokher's contained sense of the world. In fact, one of the book's central ideas -- and I think it's most interesting -- comes more from the superstitious world of folk Judaism that the stuffy world of the kheyder. Wex argues that European Jews saw themselves in a demon-crowded world, constantly surrounded by invisible monsters that would seize any opportunity to create mischief. So they developed habits to ward off these monsters, and one of those habits was to develop ways of speaking that would not invite demonic jealousy. As a result, there is an awful lot of the world that Judaism refuses to describe, instead using tortured circumlocutions to gesture at what they mean, and sometimes saying the exact opposite of what they mean just to be extra careful.

(I'll quickly note that Yiddish is not unique in this. The English word bear literally means "brown," because, for whatever reason, some of our linguistic ancestors refused to use the actual word for the animal, ursa, and just called them a color instead.)

Wex believes that this causes a culture in which irony is an essential tool, as Yiddish-speaking Jews must suss out the meaning of a phrase that refuses to be explicit, and often says exactly the reverse of what it means. And any people with irony embedded so deeply in their language are necessarily going to develop a world-class sense of humor, which the Jews famously did. The book's title, "Born to Kvetch," suggest that Jews are not merely notorious complainers, which they are, but that their complaints are often an extraordinarily ironic interaction with the world, expressing, well, almost everything. Our humor rises out of our complaints, because the complaints give us the ironic language for humor.

I think Wex is right about this. I will eventually get around to memorizing the hundreds of Yiddish phrases his book offers, but it might be a while before I do so. In the meanwhile, that insight alone has made reading the book worthwhile.