Il libro di Ala Zuskin Perelman sul padre è particolarmente importante perché sfida i miti che per lungo tempo hanno costituito la comprensione occidentale della cultura sovietica. Con il proprio tributo al padre, l'autrice ha creato una forma letteraria del tutto nuova; il protagonista, Veniamin Zuskin - semplice attore e uomo modesto e affascinante - incarna i tratti salienti della sua epoca, della sua arte e della sua gente. Joshua Rubinstein, Harvard University L'autrice è riuscita a trovare l'equilibrio ideale tra l'attenzione meticolosa ai dettagli tipica dello studioso e la sensibilità commovente di una figlia. Il tema del teatro yiddish è noto tra gli studi accademici e da oggi nessuno studio sull'argomento potrà fare a meno di questo testo. Gennady Estraikh, New York University. Una efficace e commovente biografia del padre, l'attore Veniamin Zuskin, basata sui ricordi, la storia famigliare e un'ammirevole ricerca documentaria. Jeffrey Veidlinger, University of Michigan

Cet ouvrage est une réédition numérique d'un livre paru au XXe siècle, désormais indisponible dans son format d'origine.

These magnificent poems written by a lover of the natural splendor of untrodden lands are both thrilling and exhilarating. Visions and observations of the wonders of creation are gradually unlocked and elegantly illustrated in ways hitherto unimagined by the passive observer of the eclectic world that surrounds us, while sparing no omission of the very obvious and egregious rampant destruction, both physical and moral, of the Great War. Frank Oliver Call, the poet, the educator, the skillful wordsmith takes us on a journey to lands near and far, both those untouched by the ravages of civilization and those savagely ravaged by that same civilization run amok. While deftly expressing his love and awe for the raw beauty of nature and his condemnation for "Death's dark wing" that had drifted over places tranquil and serene he once cherished, the poet concedes that much of life and its possible purpose is not nor never can be understood by us mortals. However, recognizing the imperative nature of life itself Call goes on to acknowledge that, "onward driven must our frail barques go," while adding the plea, "O God, that we might know, might only know!" Come, then, come on this magical exploration of an era since passed, an era of beauty but one of death, destruction and devastation. Let us appreciate the prescience of this poet's description of lives altogether too able to be transformed in an instant from peace to furious frenzy. And let us dream, dream of how idyllic life could, should and just may possibly one day be.