"Whenever I think of Fannie Hurst, I think of the word 'genius.' I never can read her stories with dry eyes. So I use the word 'genius for Fannie Hurst, and for no other writer of short stories today." --Kathleen Norris.
Eight vivid stories of Jewish life in New York, which are not altogether pleasant but beneath their surface of common talk and vulgar slang show the primitive virtues of the poor and the wonderful Jewish conception of the Family.
d have the talent. I've prayed for it, Abrahm. If he wants a violin, please, he should have it."
"Not with my money."
"With mine! I've got enough saved, Abrahm. Them three extra dollars right here inside my own waist. Just that much for that cape down on Grand Street. I wouldn't have it now, the way they say the wind blows up them--"
"I tell you the woman's crazy--"
"I feel it! I know he's got talent! I know my children so well. A--a father don't understand. I'm so next to them. It's like I can tell always everything that will happen to them--it's like a pain--somewheres here--like in back of my heart."
"A pain in the heart she gets."
"For my own children I'm always a prophet, I tell you! You think I didn't know that--that terrible night after the pogrom after we got out of Kief to across the border! You remember, Abrahm, how I predicted it to you then--how our Mannie would be born too soon and--and not right from my suffering! Did it happen on the ship to America just the way I said it woul