A young patron of the Yiddish Writers’ Club will make sense of his world by witnessing the duplicity of human relationships.
The honesty of the narrator, as well as his observations and commentary, makes for story readers will wish was longer.
I constantly set programs of behavior for myself and invariably broke them. I had decided to become a vegetarian, and three days later I slippped up with a sausage. I assumed regimens of morality and spiritiaul hygiene, determind to devote so many hours eah day to writing, reading, sleeping, exercising, and walking, but I never stuck to anything.
Aspiring writers, failed or failing writers, successful writers: writers will enjoy this story.