The Blue Streak

By Ellen Lesser

242 pages

Published in 1992 by Grove Press

The Blue Streak was a book I selected randomly from the bookshelves of our home in Nicaragua. I decided to read it because (1) it was thin at 242 pages, (2) I liked the cover, and (3) the author’s name sounded familiar to me in a positive way.

Was Ellen Lesser that elderly British author whose stories I had once read in The New Yorker? I looked at the photo of her on the inside flap of the jacket.

The book was published in 1992 – but still, no, this woman was too young. Of whom was I thinking? Was it Dorothy Lesser? No. Doris Lessing? Yes, that was it.

So, it wasn’t a book by a British author I’ve always admired. But I still liked the cover. And it was still only 242 pages.

So I read it…

The Story: After a shoulder injury, Danny, a recent college graduate and once promising swimmer (his “blue streak”), is floundering – treading water, waiting for life to tell him what to do. When his hard-driving, type-A, successful father dies, Danny has to come home and face the unresolved conflicts in their relationship. The novel deals with Danny’s experience, internal and external, over the next few days.

I read a few reviews. They ranged from lukewarm to derogatory. The main objections were that the characters were conventional. Too stereotypically Jewish.

That’s not at all how it worked for me. I found the book delightful throughout. It’s not epic, but there is a journey – with an anagnorisis, a peripeteia… everything you’d want. The big reveal – moving from blaming one’s parents to understanding what a pain in the ass one was as a child – is as important as any we get in life.

If nothing more, The Blue Streak is a delightfully drawn portrait of a delightfully dysfunctional Jewish family, painted lovingly and with photographic detail by Ellen Lesser.

 

Critical Reviews 

“Although this is pleasant reading, there is nothing sufficiently novel about either the story or the characters (some of whom seem to have come from Roth country) to make this an essential purchase.” (Library Journal)

“Predictable, with insights as stale as yesterday’s bread, but there’s enough to suggest that Lesser could be a better writer if she were less wed to the Zeitgeist.” (Kirkus Reviews)

“Lesser is a dexterous and sensitive writer. Unfortunately, her latest effort is essentially a long short story straining to be a novel.” (Publishers Weekly)

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Shtisel (Season 3 launched March 25 on Netflix)

Created and written by Ori Elon and Yehonatan Indursky

Starring Doval’e Glickman, Michael Aloni, and Neta Riskin

I thought Shtisel was gone for good, but when Netflix notified me that there was a third season, I watched the first episode that very night. (I briefly reviewed the series before [LINK Feb 19, 2019], but wanted to talk about it again here because of the above-mentioned connection with The Blue Streak.)

Shtisel is a TV series, produced in Israel, about an ultra-Orthodox Jewish family living in a Haredi neighborhood in Geula, Jerusalem. Shulem Shtisel is the family patriarch and a rabbi at the local cheder. And he is the heart of the series – in every respect. But the story focuses more on Akiva, his son, who lives with his beloved father but strives to have a more independent life.

The very strict culture of the Haredi, personified by Shulem, creates much of the drama in the series. When, for example, Akiva falls in love with Elisheva Rotstein, a smart, attractive, but twice-widowed young woman, his father gets to work trying to get him to say goodbye to her and find himself a more suitable prospect.

And then there is the imbroglio when the husband of Giti, Akiva’s sister, takes a job in Argentina and is rumored to be having an affair with a gentile.

And then there is Grandmother Malka, Shulem’s mother, who lives in a nursing home and is exposed to television for the first time in her life.

What I Love About Shtisel: The word that comes to mind when I try to describe how I like this series is “delicious.” I don’t watch it. I consume it. And it gives me the sort of aesthetic pleasure that can best be compared to a bar of Hershey’s chocolate. No, not Hershey’s. That’s too American. It’s like biting into a Toblerone.

The plot lines are cleverly connected and always engaging. The ensemble acting is fantastic, and the production values are excellent. But what I think I like best about Shtisel is that while watching it I feel like I’ve been invited into the warm embrace of a very different culture, one that might otherwise scare me but is made familiar and even welcoming by the essentially well-intentioned humanity of its characters struggling through their quotidian lives.

 

Critical Reviews 

* “The runaway-hit series from Israel delivers pleasures similar to those of an expansive nineteenth-century novel.” (New Yorker)

* “Binge-Worthy TV” (New York Times)

* “The Israeli television show’s deft combination of particularity and universality lies at the core of its appeal.” (The Atlantic)

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Bernie Madoff, RIP 

Bernie Madoff is considered by many to be the greatest con artist of all time. At the Cigar Club last night, one friend said he had “stolen” $46 billion. Another said it was higher: $65 billion. Neither of those statements is true.

It is true that Madoff was running a Ponzi scheme, using new investors’ dollars to pay dividends to old investors’ funds. His explanation was that he got caught up in the scheme in the early 90s when his portfolio went south. Rather than report the truth to his clients and lose his up-to-then sterling reputation for delivering steady, double-digit returns, he decided to cook the books, hoping that one day the portfolio would start to move up and he could make his investors whole.

Almost no one believes that. Maybe not even his wife. But it seems plausible to me. Here are the facts: Over more than 20 years, his firm took in $19 billion from roughly 4,000 clients, including some A-listers. At the time of his arrest, his firm was fraudulently claiming to have assets of $65 billion. After he was convicted in 2009, a court-appointed trustee recovered more than $14.4 billion, which was returned to investors. $14.4 billion is $44.6 billion less than $65 billion. But the actual loss to investors? That was only $4.4 billion, or 25% of their capital.

That sort of thing happens on Wall Street every day.

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