Issue 4

Welcome! With great delight we welcome you to the fourth issue of Jewish Fiction .net, which also marks the completion of our inaugural year. And what a great year this has been! We've published over 50 first-rate Jewish stories or novel excerpts, written on five continents and in six languages, that had never previously appeared in English. We hope that these wonderful works of literature have given you insights, pleasure, and illumination. (more)

On the third day of his silence, at five o'clock in the evening, Albert left his apartment with a frame-rattling slam of the door. Elena jumped up, ran to the door and opened it, calling "Where to?" (more...)

Breslau, 1940
 Roger wiped his boots on the mat and looked up expectantly. Forty-three, the number above the doorway of the row house read. (more...)

She was an unclean force. That was the way we thought of her. There did not seem to be any other words to make her known. (more...)

Late one evening, a loud, sharp rapping at the Salom’s door awakened Solomon... (more...)

There were several mysteries on the day that Doug Feldman fought Hobie Eisenman in front of Beth Ami Synagogue while a gaggle of astonished boys and girls looked on. (more...)

I am out with the stroller again.
"Angel," I hear on Seventh Avenue. There’s a sanitation worker in a unit of four twenty feet down the block. (more...)

 

One Saturday it seemed to me I had succeeded in teaching my father seven new words in English, but two days later only one was still hanging on in his memory. (more...)

It was a sultry midweek afternoon in Jaffa and we were chaperoning our offspring from one set of dark mauve shadows to another, like a family of gypsies fleeing before invisible pursuers. (more...)

My grandfather was born in 1907 in a Ukrainian village called Talalaevka. There weren’t any cars, buses or trolleys there at the time, there wasn’t the nice and fast Moscow subway... (more...)

She was awakened by the yowling of cats in heat and in the dim weightiness of awakening consciousness she carried on listening, but it gradually faded... (more...)

Gabriel can’t help it. Each time he watches the Astronomical Clock strike the hour in the old town square in Prague, he sees his own death. (more...)

Mikhail looked down at his chest, past his black beard bristling with its fresh trim, and frowned. (more...)