The Golem of Brooklyn

by Adam Mansbach

Len was no sculptor; his artistic disciplines were not-painting and not-writing, which made the vast reserve of clay stacked up in the shed in the backyard all the more perplexing.

The surgent Christian faith was at great pains to distinguish itself to potential converts—to explain how a religion based on the worship of the Jewish son of the Jewish God was not merely some substrain of Judaism. The simplest and most elegant way to illustrate the differences, it turned out, was to kill as many Jews as possible for the next fifteen hundred years.

How could your spirit dance if you had lived through what Menachem Sassov had? Daniel never asked, because he knew what the old man would say. How could it not?

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