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A lightning storm over Kibbutz Ma'agan Michael

Turns out James Kugel wrote an eight hundred page book (seven hundred pages of tightly printed text plus the notes) How to Read the Bible: A Guide to Scripture, Then and Now. What’s it all about?

The Structure

Behind the yawn inducing title and the forgettable graphics is the study comparable in scope to the work of the great Maimonides. Kugel covers the entire Tanach by looking at each event from the two divergent points of the view, the traditional interpretation and the contemporary reading by the biblical scholars. Each chapter in the book opens with a two-three sentence description of a biblical event. Then there is a paragraph or two where Kugel narrates the event in his own words. The key verses are quoted directly. You wouldn’t find a rashi or any late commentators in the “traditional” portion (except Kugel sometimes quotes Augustine). The author is only interested in how the text was understood or translated in the antiquity. Kugel selectively compares the text with the various apocrypha – Josephus, Philo, Pseudo-Philo (a Latin manuscript translation from the Greek that might have had a Hebrew origin and was at some point attributed to Philo), the Christian Gospels, the Arameic translations of Targum Onqelos, Targum Neophyti (never heard of this one), Targum Yonason, and finally the Medrash and the Talmud, etc.

Then Kugel looks at the text through the eyes of the last two centuries of the biblical criticism. This is a Rambam-like synthesis where Kugel tosses together different scholars and adds a distinct flavor with his own poetic and playful readings.

The Style

The monumental, momentous work is still an amazingly easy read. Kugel’s prose is sparse and clear. But the book upends the traditional images so radically that there is no way to zoom over the pages. Most people [Jews] have a visceral connection to these stories and characters. Suddenly you find in the attic a diary that opens your eyes to the members of own family. The experience is dramatic and traumatic. There is a review from a Catholic Priest on the Amazon to thank Kugel for helping in “understanding of the bible”. This reaction is only possible if you really don’t take the “Old Testament” too close to heart.

But savor the beauty and the logic. The unnerving view of the old family portraits from the perspective you never imagined. A door is opened to the entire new world. The intellectual elegance, the geshmak is real! But then you need to go outside, try to breathe, digest what you just heard about your own history and identity, walk around the block, day-dream the storm away.

The Chapter 7 – “God of Old”

I imagine this chapter is a condensed version of the book by the same name previously written by James Kugel. One of the most maddeningly fascinating parts of the How to Read the Bible are the changing “models” of the biblical God. The God of the Author P who wrote most of the Leviticus is different from the God of the Author D who wrote most of the Deuteronomy and yet not the same as the God of the Author J responsible for he better parts of the Genesis. But broadly there are two distinct Gods according to Kugel, the familiar, philosophically compliant, omnipresent God. This God didn’t fully “take shape” till the 6th century BCE at the end of the biblical period. And then there was the “God of Old” found in the Genesis. The Genesis God had a body, moved around and would appear to people as a regular stranger before they realized it was an angel or the God himself.

There is not a whiff of the Jewish esoteric tradition in the book. Not a single word about Kaballah or Chassdism although there are many humorous references to the American pop culture. I couldn’t help but think that the “God of Old” came for an encore during the Chassidic revolution (not to mention the Christianity or the Islam). This is also the old world model that Zalman Alpert describes as “Du, Tate!” Same “God of Old” makes an appearance in the greatest Jewish literary work by Der Nister in the eternal character of Sruli Gol. You want some holy “fog” Dr. Kugel? Der Nister got plenty of that!

The Impact

Someone asked Solzhenitsyn in the 70s what would happen if they publish The Gulag Archipelago in the Soviet Union? “The country will no longer exist” – answered Solzhenitsyn. Sadly the millenia of sacrifice comes tumbling down under the modest weight of James Kugel’s volume. All the challenges from the science, the mighty dinosaurs, the generations of skeptics and the blogs are simply not a match for the hypothesis of using the book itself, its internal logic to demolish the mythology from within.  All the “criticism” pales in comparison to this approach. And Kugel does a devastating job with it.

After all what does it matter if the Chassidic revolution was imperfect or the challenge by Shmuel Munkes to the Alter Rebbe was incomplete? The colossal edifice has an irreparable flaw at the very core of the foundation. I recently heard Rebecca Goldstein that the protagonist in her last novel raises the tragic possibility of a talent sacrificed to a common ideology. But what if the real tragedy is the reversed, the entire nation sacrificed to several authors?

James Kugel work can be compared to Josephus, two thousand years later people still read Josephus. This is my prediction.

The Genius

Somehow Kugel’s orthodoxy looms large, naturally. But I feel differently about a genius. When there is a genuine breakthrough all to often the vehicle is just a screen, they are somehow separate. These are the strangers found in the Genesis ( Kugel’s “God of Old”) that go from a man to the God without lingering much at the angelic stopover. And this is deeper than the cold Anglo-Saxon “professionalism” that separates the inner life from the output (“his preferences is his own business” kind). I am talking about the raging creativity and curiosity that rides above and in spite of a human being, in other words it’s about the Rider.

The Personal

There are some conclusions in the book that took me years of the intense spiritual struggles.  At least in two or three places I even noticed a language identical to my own. How did I manage to overlap with James Kugel for a decade in Boston and never meet or hear about him? The book of this magnitude was written somewhere within the three miles from here. But the reading made me feel optimistic, indeed it is worthy to live to witnesses the eruption.

The Postscriptum Rant

High on the irksome list of the Internet irritations are the indolent inscriptions about books, films or events, the inscriber never read, watched or attended. The opinions expressed  based on comments to the blog posts about the fourth party mainstreamed reviews. To the same list belongs the Internet black hat magic moved by the linking mice, the quoting, the mash-up aggregation, the confusion between a content creation and the lucrative aftermath of the attention deficit disorder epidemic. The reaction to James Kugel’s book is the prime example that an absence of information never stopped anyone from having an opinion.

The next inevitable impasse is “why are people interested in James Kugel”? It seems axiomatic to say that people in general attenuate a person not the content, who is talking not what is being said. This tendency is culturally amplified, especially by the orthodox. The orthodoxy is a quotation culture that looks at ideas and innovation with suspicion and hostility and values above all a clever regurgitation of the narrowest slices in the autistic spectrum. In this cultural climate the emphasis is never on the content, none is expected really, but on the delivery. To be interested means to be transfixed by an inbred degenerate who is a great-grandson of some feudal overlord from a remote Carpathian village, a double in an off-off-beyond-the-pale production. So the real reason for the interest in James Kugel must be because he was seen wearing a tallis kotton with a crimson thread (a reference to Harvard not the blood of Jesus) or because a Jew has a visceral reaction to a certain type of the exasperatingly pun inducing soul food.

Enter the comparison brigade that wants to document why James Kugel’s hypothesis is different. I know nothing about the biblical criticism but if someone is aware of a book with a parallel breadth and depth please let me know ASAP, I will drop everything to dive in, or yet better, will go up the mountain to face it.

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Leon Wieseltier on Hitchens and the New Atheism

by Ben Atlas on 03.16.2010.1:42am · 0 comments

Leon Wieseltier is trying to formulate and delineate his approach, this is great, but in the process he draws a caricature. There is the uninterrupted tradition that goes all the way to Spinoza, Marx, Nietzsche, not some small potatoes. Rebecca Newberger Goldstein certainly attempts to tackle the problem philosophically. But here is the rant. ►read more

This is a thirty minutes conversational lecture by the couple at the RCA in London. They talk about about Rebecca’s new book and the protagonist Cass Seltzer. ►read more

The Post Orthodox Archipelago, a Purim Shpil

by Ben Atlas on 03.2.2010.11:15am · 0 comments

With all the chatter about post-orthodoxy I had a chance to observe some in the belly of the beast this Purim. There are certain aspects of a civilization that are almost non existent in the Jewish tradition, like civil governance, the structure of education, etc. You would expect this from a tribe historically deprived of a country. But there are the persistent formulas. Hey, you can tell a Russian from a mile, long after they crossed the pond (at least a Russian can). So while I was watching the Purim dancing a woman pointed to the dance floor and said to me: “Why the vulgar moves?” It was too noisy to respond but I immediately recognized a Russian girl and the typical Russian dance moves. It was not vulgar; it was how they dance in Russia.

On my way to New York I was reading the book about Spinoza by Rebecca Newberger Goldstein, that she kindly signed for me. The opening chapter is a lengthy description about the first encounter with Spinoza in the Lower East Side Orthodox high school in the late sixties. All the angst of the intellectually curios girl colliding head-on with the “history” as taught in the typical indoctrination factory. I was getting inpatient, I read millions of such descriptions in the Jewish context but especially for people who grew up behind the iron curtain this was our life. There are volumes of the dissident literature that talk about the subject. Nevertheless the book came back to me after Purim. It takes a heroic effort, the mad curiosity of someone like Rebecca to overcome the indoctrination. Most people succumb to the path of least resistance and carry the legacy through their lives. And one can gleam the post denominational insight from the real pockets of the New York post orthodoxy. Here is want you should expect from the post orthodox culture:

  • You should expect to meet people who have a transactional relationship with other human beings. The value and emotion are reserved for the vertical interactions with the tribal social hierarchy and the family (antisemitism anyone?). This includes the hierarchical dead. An orthodox or post orthodox Jew is much more likely to have an emotional encounter with a grave than with a human being.
  • You should expect to meet people who view women as highly evolved domesticated animals and you should expect women to expect to be treated accordingly.
  • You should expect to meet people who internalized the belief that ideas and inspiration are to be contained, at best are just an exercise in futility.
  • You should expect to meet people who have been taught from the cradle that “words never actually mean what they say”, there is never a “simple meaning”. This has some unexpected outcomes, for example 10 am never actually means 10 am (I was wondering about that… There is the historic antisemitic misreading towards the assumed subterfuge of what Jews say or promise. Actually this culture is only a reflection on the stubborn assertion that there is a deconstructed secondary meaning to any narrative). I have to agree that one is pretty annoying.

But let me break from the list as I am about to make a point about Purim. So I was sitting having my lunch on Tannis Ester. Over sudden there is a herd of yeshiva yingelach walking down the street. I knew some of them; they looked like they just landed from the moon in that neighborhood in Boston. I was wondering where they were going till they took a sharp turn to a consignment second-hand clothing shop. But of course they were shopping for the Purim costumes. So wait, don’t they already wear a costume? In a regular culture a carnival is a day when you exercise your alter ego. But what do you do as an orthodox Jew when you daily life is behind a mask in a costume. Do you come out as yourself? For this very reason I always felt that the orthodox Purim is such an unsettling horror show. I am yet to meet an orthodox woman without a tzitzis envy that doesn’t have a proudly displayed photo of herself when she was 14 on Purim as a bearded Chassidic man…

  • You should expect in a post orthodox world to meet people who have ten times more personalities and costumes than a regular person and you never know what mask you are talking to at any given moment.

Past month I attended two readings by Rebecca Newberger Goldstein from her new book 36 Arguments for the Existence of God: A Work of Fiction and now there is a retrospective review in the NY Times. I feel the swoon of the familiar identifiers and the sadness that only fragments of that universe could be shared, paradoxically not even with Rebecca herself, although her name should be properly spelled as Rebbe-ca. The review points out that “curiously, for a novel that asserts the irrelevance of God, the unifying thread that knots all the pieces together, however loosely, is Orthodox Judaism”.

On a snowy Brookline night Rebecca submerged herself into her hero, straddling with him the Weeks Bridge (the one connecting the new Harvard graduate dorms buildings) , while her now husband Steven Pinker watched helplessly. Rebecca is refreshingly, timelessly and agelessly hot. There is a style to her girlie hem and her flowing flare. There is also the separateness that transcends the mere “mind and body problem”.  I often wonder how is it possible to be so geographically close, yet so helplessly unhinged from the cultural home. I feel this with Rebbe-ca.

The Edge has published extensive excerpts from the upcoming book by Rebecca Newberger Goldstein 36 Arguments for the Existence of God: A Work of Fiction. Rebecca Newberger Goldstein is a philosopher, a novelist. She is the author of the nonfiction works Betraying Spinoza: The Renegade Jew Who Gave Us Modernity, and Incompleteness: The Proof and Paradox of Kurt Gödel. Her other novels include The Mind-Body Problem and Properties of Light: A Novel of Love, Betrayal, and Quantum Physics. Looks like this book is a a monumental work and a rhetorical knockout.