Readers familiar with any intergenerational family friction will find catharsis here. And that’s the gift of Rosenberg (Confessions of the Fox, 2018), the author: funny, readable prose inviting everyone into the thrill of relatable satire.
Rosenberg somehow secretes the hints of genuine emotion that runs beneath the book’s generally broad approach in these pointillist descriptions. This nonlinear narrative is part rant, part rave, part extended Jewish joke, part queer, Marxist fever dream.
