Innholdsfortegnelse for Dec-15-14 i The New Yorker

STATE OF CONFLICT David Remnick’s article argues that Jews in Israel are becoming vociferously anti-Arab, but it does not include a discussion of the anti-Jewish attitudes dominant in Palestinian society (“The One-State Reality,” November 17th). Palestinians are fed a constant diet of anti-Jewish invective and are trained and equipped to kill Israelis. When Mahmoud Abbas, the President of the Palestinian Authority, tells Israel and the United States that he will not back down from his demand that Israel allow a right of return to millions of people who have been told all their lives that the creation of Israel is the cause of their suffering, and when he says that signing a peace treaty will not put an end to Palestinian demands, it seems apparent that intransigence is what’s…

“A Christmas Carol . . . Entirely from Memory” The Brooklyn-based collective Ten Bones Theatre Company runs the “Entirely from Memory” series, in which performers re-create famous films or plays, often botching them hilariously. The troupe has three rules: they have to use lines written by the audience and incorporate random sounds provided by the tech booth; and, when a chosen spectator honks a horn, the actors must drop whatever scene they’re doing and create a new one on the spot. For the holidays, the ensemble is taking on the Dickens classic, cranking the wacky factor up a notch—members of the cast have memorized different movie versions of the story (either “Scrooged,” “The Muppet Christmas Carol,” or “Mister Magoo’s Christmas Carol”), and none of them know which character they’re…

The Spirit brooded on the water and made The earth, and molded us out of earth. And then The Spirit breathed Itself into our nostrils— And rested. What was the Spirit waiting for? An image of Its nature, a looking glass? Glass also made of dust, of sand and fire. Ordinary, enigmatic, we people waiting In the terminal. A survivor at a wire fence, Also waiting. Behind him, a tangle of bodies Made out of plaster, which plasterers call mud. The apprentice hurries with a hod of mud. Particulate sand for glass. Milled flour for bread. What are we waiting for? The hour glass That measures all our time in trickling dust Is also of dust and will return to dust— So an old poem says. Men in a bread…