There were a few years there when it seemed like the great Jewish-American literary renaissance—which in the quarter century after World War II introduced to us Saul Bellow, Isaac Singer, Bernard Malamud, Cynthia Ozick and Philip Roth—had sputtered out: a casualty of an almost too-successful assimilation of Jews into the mainstream, and of new generations of Jewish artists (Woody Allen and Steven Soderbergh in film, Art Spiegelman in comics) who had veered away from the novel as the form best designed to tell the Jewish-American story. There wasn't enough cultural frisson, it seemed, for a new generation of writers who watched as much American TV and ate as many cheeseburgers as gentile writers did, whose cultural... More >>>