Sometimes a blog is for rambling discursions about the beauty of gardens, and sometimes, for spewing venom. Yes, venom – well, as much venom as I am capable of producing, which is more than I’d like. To bring you up to date with the adventures of my book, I’ve been waiting for a long promised review from New York’s “the Forward,” one of the most important Jewish newspapers in the world. Ironically, it’s the paper that my great-grandfather’s deadly enemy, Abraham Cahan, edited for more than fifty years. My fantasy, of course, was that the review would cause many new readers to clamour for the book.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much