Well so could anyone: Notes from a lonely Jew at Christmas
Christmas is an awful time of year for those that do not partake in its rituals. That is, of course, a truism, but it’s interesting to see what it looks like for those who choose to opt out. This year was the first time in about ten years that I was not otherwise engaged in some Jewish related activity. It was also the first time in a while that Hanukah began on Christmas Day. I wanted Christmas to be a time of monging out, of watching movies and eating shitty food. But the television on offer was, for the most part, of poor quality. Christmas is a bad time for information freaks – the newspapers thin out, the emails are reduced to a mere trickle – so we have to stock up on books as if they were food for a nuclear winter. My tome of choice was Robert Fisk’s 1500 page magnus opus, The Great War for Civilisation. I have made it about half way through, up to the Allied betrayal of the Kurdish and Shia uprisings following the first Gulf War. Continue Reading »















