From the author of Confessions of the Fox comes a novel in which a yenta on her deathbed gives an unrepentant account of all her failures—including her child.
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.
