Issue 10

Welcome to this fabulous new issue of Jewish Fiction .net, containing 16 first-rate works of fiction, originally written in 6 languages: Serbian, Romanian, Ladino, Yiddish, Hebrew, and English. And in honour of Yom Hazikaron and Yom Haatzmaut (this coming weekend), 7 of the 16 stories in this issue are written by Israeli authors (6 translated from Hebrew, one from Serbian). (more)

Moses and Ruth exit the municipal palace, and Moses hurries toward the striking sanitation workers to congratulate them on their spirited performance. (more...)

In certain couples who bitterly persevere in their lives together, consoling themselves with the thought that happy marriages are rarer than snow in Egypt...  (more...)

Walking with Ana from Slatinanu, where the Party organization had its headquarters, to Cuza-voda,1 we’d come home late, as late as possible. (more...)

Vashti leaned back into the shadows, making sure her cloak covered her completely. Since fleeing for her life, she had perfected the art of invisibility... (more...)

He is an old man. Years ago, when he first came here, he thought it would be different. In the restaurant where he ate his first meal... (more...)

‘I can’t hire you,’ Mrs. Pimentel said. ‘I’m sorry, Pamela, we’re all Jewish here.’ When Pam laughed, she looked surprised, even a little offended... (more...)

Mark, my son who is soon to turn forty, and Liz, the daughter-in-law I barely know, are herding my two grandchildren towards the red Ford station wagon... (more...)

‘Where is my father’s money?’ said Léontine to her brother. ‘My father left a lot of money. He was a carpenter, very skilled, and when he died he left a large... (more...)

For the heat, she was unprepared. She had packed a ski jacket, military socks, thermal undershirts. She had borrowed everything on offer... (more...)

Trunk or cannon? There! Something lumbered slowly across the border, and Kfir hesitated – Elephant or tank?... (more...)

One evening in May 1973, Ana Šomlo met the writer Zoran Gluscevic in Belgrade. In conversation she mentioned that she was reading Letters to Milena. (more...)

‘The prosecution calls Mr. Fear to the stand.’ Mr. Fear, a tiny, stooped, reddish creature made his way to the stand.  (more...)

Bia and Abe Schneider had lived together for eight years, since Bia was two and Abe sixty-five. Bia found nothing strange in their situation... (more...)

It shot out of the sky. Like a cannon ball, the thing plummeted to earth. It trailed a red and white plume that looked like something being peeled, perhaps ripped... (more...)

Whether or not Zaminski was a teacher by profession, no one knew and no one thought to inquire. Whether he had students in the city... (more...)

Perhaps I did not mention that, because of being in a terrorist attack, I was on pretty heavy painkillers, Demerol in fact... (more...)