Leaving, Kreutzer pauses beside Jacobson's doubled form.  He sets a heavy hand on the back of the rabbi's chair.  "What is the opposite of Alzheimer's?"  Kreutzer demands.

The rabbi's gaze wavers in confusion.

"Jewish,"  Kreutzer curses him.

    --from “The Argument


Long after the war was over they made love in the sealed room, she on top of him and he with his hands pressed in the flesh of her hips, and no more missiles hurtling through the night sky.


photo credit:  Neil Giordano

"Tolstoy Lied is a brilliant novel, one of the wisest books I've read about love. Why is happiness the deepest secret?  Tolstoy Lied is a love story for our time."

--Carol Gilligan, author of IN A DIFFERENT VOICE

There it is.  Right there on the novel’s first page.  Right there in the first line, staring the reader in the face.  A lie.

Nothing against Tolstoy.  I’m an admirer.  I simply happen to believe he’s responsible for the most widely quoted whopper in world literature.

Happy families are all alike;  every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Literary types swoon over that line, which opens Anna Karenina.  But have they considered the philosophy they’re embracing?