The title is Snow in August by Pete Hamill. I would totally recommend this book despite the use of a lot of street language. The story is set in NYC right after WWII. And there is a miracle. But not the miracle I was looking for. The miracle turned out to be perfect, however. But along the way, there were several miracles. Jews, Catholics, thugs, baseball. Imagination plays a huge part in this story...and I thought, how lucky kids today would be if they could have the imagination of the 40s. If TV didn't bring reality to their visions.
Initially I saw this book while I volunteered at the Scholastic Warehouse. I didn't purchase the book but took it out of the library. And keep renewing it...now to have Robert finish it.
Who knew where SHAZAM came from? I didn't until now.
Word used to change Billy Batson into Captain Marvel in the comic book series.
- Wisdom of Solomon
Strength of Hercules
Stamina of Atlas
Power of Zeus
Courage of Achilles
Speed of Mercury
|Word used to change Mary Batson into Mary Marvel in the comic book series.|
- Grace of Selena
Strength of Hippolyta
Skill of Ariadne
Fleetness of Zephyrus
Beauty of Aurora
Wisdom of Minerva
And what do you think about crime? Are informers the 'scum of God's sweet earth' , as Michael's mom says? Or is it like Rabbi Hirsch says , "you keep quiet about some crime, it's just as bad as the crime"?
And how I'd love to have had a Golem in the past. That link there has some good reading.
But I think I most enjoyed the end, the author's own telling of how this story came into being. How he himself had been a shabbos goy. And this won't spoil the story for you if you venture into a good read but the very last paragraph from Pete Hamill is:
The Golem is a triumphant symbol of the human imagination. On its simplest level, his tale is a parable about the power of moral intelligence. The imagination allows us to confront all horror and all evil. In the end, the imagination opens out, like a great symphony, to encompass all the living and the dead, to say to the forces of evil, as the Jews continue to say, a half century after the Holocaust: You cannot win. You can kill us. You can insult us. You can marginalize us. But we shall triumph. And we shall dance.
Once I had been put into that position and today I smile at just how much dancing I did that one night. I won. I didn't die. I triumphed. And I am so grateful! Hope someone out there is brave enough to read past the some street language and enjoy a story.