Outwitting History: The Amazing Adventures of a Man Who Rescued a Million Yiddish Books

Outwitting History: The Amazing Adventures of a Man Who Rescued a Million Yiddish Books

by Aaron Lansky

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“Incredible . . . Inspiring . . . Important.” —Library Journal, starred review

“A marvelous yarn, loaded with near-calamitous adventures and characters as memorable as Singer creations.” —The New York Post
    
“What began as a quixotic journey was also a picaresque romp, a detective story, a profound history lesson, and a poignant evocation of a bygone world.” —The Boston Globe

“Every now and again a book with near-universal appeal comes along: Outwitting History is just such a book.” —The Sunday Oregonian

As a twenty-three-year-old graduate student, Aaron Lansky set out to save the world’s abandoned Yiddish books before it was too late. Today, more than a million books later, he has accomplished what has been called “the greatest cultural rescue effort in Jewish history.” In Outwitting History, Lansky shares his adventures as well as the poignant and often laugh-out-loud stories he heard as he traveled the country collecting books. Introducing us to a dazzling array of writers, he shows us how an almost-lost culture is the bridge between the old world and the future—and how the written word can unite everyone who believes in the power of great literature.

A Library Journal Best Book
A Massachusetts Book Award Winner in Nonfiction
An ALA Notable Book

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781565124295
Publisher: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill
Publication date: 10/28/2004
Pages: 328
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author


Aaron Lansky is the founder and president of the Yiddish Book Center (www.yiddishbookcenter.org) in Amherst, Massachusetts. The recipient of a MacArthur “genius” fellowship, he has helped fuel the renaissance of Jewish literature in this country. He lives with his family in western Massachusetts.
 

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CHAPTER 1

Out of the Dumpster

The phone rang at midnight. That wasn't unusual: Older Jews often waited until the rates went down before phoning me about their Yiddish books. But tonight I had just returned from a long collection trip, it was snowing outside, our house was cold, the phone was in the kitchen, and I had no intention of crawling out from under the covers to answer it.

Brinnnnng! Brinnnnng!

My girlfriend, Laura Nelson, covered my ears. "It can wait," she hushed.

Apparently it couldn't. Five, ten, fifteen rings and finally my house-mate, Scott Bolotin, went bounding downstairs to answer it himself. Thirty seconds later he was pounding on my bedroom door. "Aaron! Quick! Get up! It's for you! It sounds really important this time!"

I wrapped myself in a blanket and stumbled to the phone.

"Aaron, is that you?" I recognized the voice at once: It was Sheva Zucker, a young woman who had taught me Yiddish at a summer program in New York four years before. "I'm sorry to call so late," she said, "but this is an emergency! There are thousands of Yiddish books in a garbage Dumpster on Sixteenth Street and it looks like it's going to rain. How soon can you be here?"

There was only one train a day from Northampton, Massachusetts, near where I lived, to New York City, but fortuitously it came through at 2 A.M. If I hurried I could make it. I phoned my old college friend Roger Mummert in New York and told him to expect me at 6:45. Laura stuffed a sleeping bag, work gloves, and a loaf of bread into my rucksack. Scott raided our communal food kitty and the tsedoke jar, the shared charity fund we kept hidden in the freezer, and handed me a paper bag filled with $60 in loose bills and change. All I had to do was figure out how to get to the train station, eight miles away.

The roads were too slippery to go by bike. The local cab company was closed for the night. "What about your pickup?" Scott asked. He meant my '63 Ford, a vehicle so unroadworthy, so full of rust and holes, it had stood abandoned under a pine tree in the backyard since failing the state inspection six months before. But there was no other choice. Scott, Laura, and I rushed outside and brushed off the snow. I pulled out the choke, turned the key, and somehow the old engine shuddered to life. With a lot of pushing we managed to rock it out of the ruts where it had frozen in place. I plastered a clump of snow and pine needles to the windshield to cover the expired inspection sticker and made it to the train station with ten minutes to spare.

"Laaaadies and Gentlemennnn, the station stop is Pennsylvania Station, New York City. Please watch your step while leaving the train. Pennnnnnn Station ..." I was out the door and running through the station before the conductor could finish. On Eighth Avenue I looked up and noticed the inscription chiseled on the post office across the street: "Neither Rain Nor Snow Nor Heat Nor Gloom of Night Stays These Couriers from the Swift Completion of Their Appointed Rounds." The sky was dark and spitting sleet. The clock read 6:37. I hailed a cab and picked up Roger, and together we raced over to Sixth and Sixteenth to find the Dumpster.

It wasn't hard to see. Standing on the street, the size of a tractor-trailer, it was literally overflowing with Yiddish books. The volumes at the top were already wet. A few dozen lay splayed on the street, run over by passing cars. The sleet had turned to rain, which showed no sign of letting up anytime soon.

Roger and I climbed into the Dumpster, where a few minutes later we were joined by Sheva and her friend Eric Byron, the young man who had discovered the scene the night before. By this point they had managed to figure out where the books came from. It seems an old Yiddish organization had once occupied offices in a nearby building. As their membership dwindled they could no longer afford the rent, so they moved out, consigning their large Yiddish library to a basement storeroom for safekeeping. Now the building was being made over into condos. When workmen found the forgotten books in the cellar, they began hauling them out to the Dumpster. It was only last night, when the pile got high enough for books to spill over the sides, that Eric noticed them and phoned Sheva, who in turn phoned me.

There was no time to lose. Roger went to the nearest pay phone and called the Dumpster company; their number was emblazoned on the side. They agreed not to pick up the bin until evening. He also called every friend the four of us could think of, looking for reinforcements. Meanwhile I was on the adjacent phone, trying to scare up a truck. After several calls I found a U-Haul dealer on Eleventh Avenue willing to rent without a credit card — none of us had one — provided we could come up with a cash deposit of $350.

For a motley crew like ours, $350 was a fortune, but luckily Sheva had money that she was saving to pay her taxes. As soon as the bank branch opened, she made the withdrawal. While Roger and Eric stayed with the books, Sheva and I took a cab over to Eleventh Avenue — with a Yiddish-speaking cab driver, no less! — and rented a twenty-four-foot truck, the biggest they had. By the time we made it back, a half dozen people, all under the age of twenty-five, had responded to Roger's call and were huddled on the corner, ready to help. I backed up to the Dumpster, turned on the emergency flashers, and then organized a "bucket brigade" so we could pass books into the truck. It was raining hard now, and within minutes all of us were soaked. Worse still, our clothes were turning colors: red, yellow, blue, and green, splotched by the book covers' dyes running in the rain.

At about 9:30, in response to an urgent phone call, our board member, Sidney Berg, arrived from Long Island with enough cash to reimburse Sheva. He also brought his handyman, Joe, a seasoned worker who seemed to double our speed single-handedly. We stayed in that Dumpster all day, racing the rain for every book. Many people stopped to watch. Some shrugged; others cried. A reporter for the New York Times, a young black woman in the process of converting to Judaism, told me it was the saddest sight she'd ever seen. Another reporter, for one of the tabloids, was less sympathetic. "I don't get it," he yelled up from under his umbrella. "I mean, these books are in Yiddish. Who's gonna read 'em? What is this for you kids, some kind of nostalgia trip?"

Shivering, half numb with fatigue and cold, I doubt I managed much of a response. And it probably didn't matter — the question was rhetorical, his stereotypes about Yiddish set long since. We continued working until dark. By that time our volunteers had gone home, leaving just Joe, Roger, and me in the Dumpster, with Sidney Berg, under an umbrella, standing vigil on the street. All told, we had saved almost five thousand volumes; the rest, probably another three thousand, were soaked beyond any hope of salvage, floating in a fetid, dye-stained pool at the bottom of the Dumpster. Roger and I said good-bye to Joe and Sidney, climbed into the cab of the U-Haul, turned the key ... and nothing. The emergency flashers, blinking since morning, had drained the battery, and the truck wouldn't start.

I might have dissolved into tears right then and there had I not spied a gas station across the street. The burly mechanic on duty wasn't much help. "I ain't gonna leave the station to go work in the middle of no street," he said. "I'll tow you over here if you want, but that's gonna cost ya."

"How much?"

"Hundred bucks for the tow and five bucks to charge the battery."

"How about if we bring the battery to you?"

"In that case just five bucks. But how you gonna get that battery over here?"

After what we had been through that day, I was sure we could find a way. I asked the attendant if we could borrow a wrench, but he said it was against the rules. I handed him a soggy five-dollar bill and the rules changed. Roger and I walked back across the street, managed to disconnect the cables and lift the battery out of the truck. It was a heavy-duty truck battery, weighing a good fifty pounds. Since Roger is considerably taller than I, the battery listed precipitously as we walked. By the time we put it down on the oily floor of the garage, I realized the acid had leaked out and burned a hole right through my wet canvas parka.

We waited for the battery to charge, then drove back to Roger's apartment. I took a hot bath, ate supper, drank four cups of hot tea with honey, and fell sound asleep. At two o'clock the next afternoon I was back in Massachusetts, where a large crew of volunteers was waiting for me. Without a functional elevator it took us the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening to pass five thousand books from the back of the truck, up the stairs, and into our second-story loft, where we spread them on pallets to dry.

What had we saved? Almost two-thirds were "new": unread publishers' remainders printed in the 1930s and 1940s, including works on Zionist theory, history, memoirs, and at least five hundred copies of a large-format Yiddish translation of the Torah. The rest came from the organization's library: a solid assortment of Yiddish titles, most published in New York. Almost all of these books ended up in libraries or in the hands of students around the world.

Before I went home that night I returned the U-Haul and retrieved my unregistered pickup from the Northampton train station. Then I collapsed. For the next three days I remained in bed, my temperature spiking to 104. As I lay there, drifting in and out of fevered sleep, my thoughts turned to the tabloid reporter in the rain. Why was I doing this? Was it really just a matter of nostalgia? What did I hope to accomplish? And how had it all begun?

CHAPTER 2

Bread and Wine

Well, it definitely wasn't nostalgia: I was too young to have much to be nostalgic about. Born in New Bedford, Massachusetts, in 1955, I heard Yiddish when my grandparents spoke to one another or when my American-born parents, whose Yiddish was imperfect but serviceable, wanted to discuss our bedtime or allowance. No one ever spoke Yiddish to me, to my brothers, or to anyone else our age. We were, after all, American kids, and there was no reason to weigh us down with the past.

As with so much else, it wasn't until I went off to college that all this began to change. In the fall of 1973, during my first semester at Hampshire College, I enrolled more or less by chance in a course called Thinking about the Unthinkable: An Encounter with the Holocaust. Organized the year before by a group of Hampshire students, it was, we were told, the first time a course on the Holocaust had ever been offered on an American campus. Our teachers, mostly visiting scholars, were the best in the field: Raul Hilberg, George Mosse, Eric Goldhagen, Yuri Suhl, Isaiah Trunk, and Zosa Szajkowski. As the semester progressed I found myself less interested in the Holocaust per se, in how the Germans went about murdering the Jews of Europe, and more in the people whom they sought to destroy. If, as the historian Salo Baron once argued, anti- Semitism resulted from the "dislike of the unlike," then in what way were the Jews of Europe "unlike," in what way were they so different, so utterly antithetical to fascist ideology, as to seal their destruction?

I shared these questions with Leonard Glick, a physician and professor of cultural anthropology who served as the course's faculty adviser. He told me he was becoming interested in similar questions himself, and he invited me to learn by his side. For the next three years my education progressed in exactly the way Hampshire's founders intended: days of discovery in the library, followed by lively discussion in Len's office or at his kitchen table. What I could not fully appreciate at the time was how revolutionary all this was, not only pedagogically but historiographically. In 1973 the field of Jewish scholarship was still called Judaic Studies, implying an emphasis on Judaism as a religion, as opposed to Jewish Studies, as the field is now widely called, the study of Jews as a people. The die was first cast in France almost two hundred years before, when Jews were permitted religious differences so long as they downplayed social, cultural, and above all, national specificity. With notable exceptions, mainstream Jewish historiography restricted itself to Geistesgeschichte und Leidensgeschichte, the history of spirituality and the history of suffering.

As an anthropologist, Len instinctively rejected this narrow view. "Jews must have been doing something more for the past two thousand years than writing books and getting killed," he insisted. "How did they make a living? What did they teach their children? What did they eat? What did they read? What stories did they tell? What songs did they sing? What was the relationship between men and women? How did they interact with their non-Jewish neighbors?" In short, Len was interested in culture, the full constellation of human experience, and he intuitively embraced what the pioneering Russian Jewish historian Simon Dubnow had characterized as "the sociological view of Jewish history," the study not of Judaism but of Jews.

Knowing that I would need to learn languages in order to handle primary historical sources, I dutifully enrolled in courses in Hebrew and German, then the prescribed curriculum for aspiring Judaic-studies students. Those languages, together with Aramaic, may have sufficed had I limited myself to the study of theology, philosophy, and sacred texts. But as I quickly discovered, for much of the last millennium Jews in central and eastern Europe had spoken not Hebrew, not German, but Yiddish. If I wanted to understand their lives, I had no choice but to learn their language.

Yiddish (the word means "Jewish") first emerged in the tenth or eleventh century among Jews living along the banks of the Rhine River. The more distinct their communities became, the more their spoken language differentiated itself from that of their non-Jewish German-speaking neighbors. Not unlike Black English, it became the "in" language of a people on the outs, except that in the case of Yiddish, Jews brought with them a core culture rooted in Hebrew (the language of the Torah) and Aramaic (the language of the later sections of the Talmud). As a result, Yiddish, like other Jewish vernaculars — there were more than a dozen, including Ladino, Judeo-Arabic, Judeo-Greek, Judeo-Persian, and Judeo-Provençal — was written in the Hebrew alphabet and derived as much as 20 percent of its vocabulary from Hebrew and Aramaic. There were also words from Latin, French, and Italian, picked up in the course of earlier Jewish migrations. By the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, when Jews were expelled from many of the duchies and counties of western Europe, opportunity beckoned in the huge, undeveloped Polish empire. Many Jews emigrated eastward, just as they were to move westward to America centuries later. They carried Yiddish with them, picking up new influences from local Slavic languages, including Polish, Ukrainian, White Russian, and Slovak. The East European "New World" was so welcoming that, especially at first, the Jewish population there expanded exponentially, until it comprised 75 percent of the world's Jewish population. These Yiddish-speaking settlers are the ancestors of most of today's American Jews.

As Max Weinreich observed, "a language is a dialect with an army." Of course, Yiddish never had a country of its own, let alone an army or navy, and this may be one reason people have sometimes wondered whether it's a language at all. For most of its history, Yiddish existed primarily as a spoken language, with only limited literary expression. Beginning in the second half of the nineteenth century, though, when Enlightenment ideas and economic modernization began to shake the foundations of the traditional Jewish world, Yiddish gave rise to a vibrant modern culture. By the early twentieth century there were Yiddish newspapers and magazines, films and plays, politics, art, music — and a free-wheeling literature that marked one of the most concentrated outpourings of literary creativity in all of Jewish history.

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Table of Contents

Foreword,
Part One: Learning Yiddish,
1. Out of the Dumpster,
2. Bread and Wine,
3. "Come Back after Yontef!",
4. "What Is Mendele Doing in a Fruit Basket on the Floor?",
Part Two: On the Road,
5. A Ritual of Cultural Transmission,
6. "Don't You Know That Yiddish Is Dead?",
7. A Day in the Life,
8. A Brief History of Yiddish Literature,
9. "People Are Dying Today Who Never Died Before",
10. "Pretty Soon We'll Have a Whole Forest in Israel and No More Members Here",
11. "Love and Peace",
12. "Ostroff! Sea Gate!",
13. The Great Newark Book Heist,
Part Three: "Him I Don't Talk To!",
14. "You're a Liar!",
15. "They're Tearing Apart the Library",
16. A Ghost in the Attic,
17. "If Not Higher",
18. "Hitler's Fault",
Part Four: Ganvenen dem Grenets—Crossing the Border,
19. Squandered at the Concord,
20. Kaddish,
21. A Job for the Young,
22. The Four Corners of the Earth,
23. Back in the U.S.S.R.,
Part Five: Bringing It All Back Home,
24. Der Oylem Redt—The World Takes Notice,
25. A Home of Our Own,
26. Immortality,
27. The Valise at the Bottom of the Sea,
Notes,
Acknowledgments,
About the Author,
About Algonquin,

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Outwitting History: The Amazing Adventures of a Man Who Rescued a Million Yiddish Books 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Aaron Lansky is a very special person who has achieved something special by recovering and rescuing yiddish books from all over the world and relocating them to Amherst, Massachusetts where they are kept and shared with the world. I admire his tenacity and thoroughly enjoyed his relating how he managed to achieve this amazing task. I had the honor of meeting him once many years ago in Northhampton, Massachusetts and was impressed back then and am still impressed with his admirable character. He is a wonderful writer and I highly recommend this book to anyone intersted in the history and culture of the jews.
Button-G-Bones More than 1 year ago
Aaron Lansky's rollicking account of his life's work rescuing Yiddish books is a must read. Hilarious, moving, and well written, it illuminates a crisis of which I wasn't aware.Much of the rich heritage of Yiddish literature is in danger of being lost forever. Who knew that tales of dumpster diving, clambering through old abandoned buildings and going to far flung corners of the earth to rescue Yiddish books could be so engaging? Read it, you'll like it!
voracious on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Aaron Lansky started out as a graduate student interested in Yiddish literature when he set out with some friends to look for Yiddish books. At the advice of his professor, they began combing areas of New York where elderly Jewish people were still living. They were horrified to discover that entire generations of Yiddish speaking immigrants were dying off and their books were being dumped, as their children had never learned to read the Yiddish language. This autobiographical account details how Aaron began his life-long crusade to rescue a million Yiddish books, preserve Jewish history, and promote the Yiddish culture for future generations, through the eventual creation of the National Yiddish Book Center. I really enjoyed this book, which took a compassionate and humorous look at the donors who lovingly passed on their "treasures" and the rescuers who were trying to save the books on limited funds and time (while continually being fed excessively by the donors). As a reader with limited experience of the Jewish/Yiddish world, I found the story to be culturally sensitive, enthralling and hillarious. I would strongly recommend this book. It is very well written as well as entertaining.
cestovatela on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Aaron Lansky is a librarian with a mission: he's determined to save the last of the world's Yiddish literature, most of which is out of print and in danger of being discarded by a new generation of non-Yiddish-speaking Jews. With a shoestring budget and a battered moving truck, Lansky rushes to rescue books from rain-soaked dumpsters and buildings on the verge of demolition. Thousands of elderly Yiddish speakers respond to his calls for donations and some of the book's most touching passages chronicle Lansky's trips to their homes to collect books and hear the life stories of Holocaust and gulag survivors. Lansky adeptly weaves his book collecting anecdotes into the history of Judaism, Eastern Europe and Yiddish literature, leaving readers with an appreciation for a little-known culture and literary heritage. If you're looking for detailed historical, cultural or literary analysis, this isn't the place to go but if you'd like basic information delivered in an entertaining way (and maybe some new titles for your reading list), you should definitely pick it up.
Deesirings on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Aaron Lansky starts off as a university student interested in learning about his culture, the Jewish culture. He soon finds that to do that, it would be beneficial to be fluent in Yiddish. He then finds that the learn Yiddish properly, he and his few classmates will need Yiddish books, which are hard to come by. But as he starts trying to scrounge up the books he needs for graduate classes as McGill, he also learns that there are instances where the Yiddish books he is so interested in acquiring are in danger of being lost or destroyed. So starts his journey.Not long thereafter, he has opted to become a full-time Yiddish book rescuer rather and a student and academic. Things just snowball from there. He explains in his foreword: "In 1980, at the age of twenty-three, I decided to save the world's Yiddish books. At the time scholars believed 70,000 volumes remained; today, my colleagues and I have collected more than one and a half million -- may of them at the last minute from attics and basements, demolition sites and Dumpsters. Towards the end of this grand adventure, Aaron explains his way of proceeding with direct-mail fund-raising. He sums up some of the highlights of the past 20 years spent collecting the world's Yiddish books: "I spoke to our members as friends, letting them know what we were doing and why. In addition to an annual renewal letter there were frequent emergencies: to recover those eighty-five thousand folios of forgotten sheet music, to preserve the world's last Yiddish books in the Soviet Union, Argentina, Mexico or Cuba. Our members broke every record in the generosity of their response."Some of the things I learned from this book include not only the more expected such as Big Names in Yiddish writing and many aspects of Jewish history and culture but also the unexpected like the fact that rescuing books is action-packed and labour intensive. It involves mostly driving, packing and doing some heavy lifting. In the case of gathering books from aging people who are passing along some of their most valued treasures, it involves getting sitting down to eat and to listen to their empassionned stories.Toward the end, I was curious about the author's personal life and, sure enough, a few pages later, he included a few pages about how and when he met his wife, thereby delivering on every front. A well-written, constantly interesting account of a Very Important Mission. I don't think I throw the word "hero" around lightly. But by the end of this book, I certainly thought of Aaron Lansky as one.
mzonderm on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Aaron Lansky tells us about a lot more than just his efforts (and those of his many, many supporters) to rescue Yiddish books. He interweaves his stories with a history of Yiddish language, culture, and literature. Although these brief history lessons are not nearly as entertaining as his anecdotes of traveling around the globe (although mostly to New York) to collect the books, put together they make for an engaging, even enlightening read.
Sandydog1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'm a huge lover of books about books, and first read about Mr. Lansky from Nicholas Basbanes. This was a real heart-warmer. Yiddish literature wasn't some tiny, obscure scrap of culture. It is amazing how it was saved, and begs the obvious question: How many other, more obscure, "smaller" cultures and written languages are we loosing?
DrBrewhaha on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When you see a book on the shelf with the words "hilarious" and "Yiddish" both on the front cover you are compelled to pick it up. This was my experience with Outwitting History. In the book, Lansky describes the long process of gathering withering Yiddish books from all over the globe. This body of literature faced possible destruction as older generations died off and younger generations moved on. I realize from this brief description I may not have enticed you into checking this book out. However, let me just say that this book is much, much better than I am describing.The historical reasons leading Yiddish literature's demise are strongly tied to the Jewish experience. Lansky provides glimpses into this historical, and heart-wrenching, past and forces the reader to ask some very hard questions. Some of his stories sound a bit repetitive during the middle part of the book, but when he describes his experiences of crossing national borders to rescue books during the latter half of the book he really hits his stride.
livebug on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Everyone go read Outwitting History. Right now.If you are a lover of books, of immigrants, of lost causes, of old Jewish ladies that feed you too much and say "nu?" (and who isn't?) you must read this book. You will be inspired. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll thank me. And then we'll all go take a Yiddish class together.
SqueakyChu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If the title of this book puts you off to reading it, like it did me for a great while, don¿t waste another minute until you begin. This was a most delightful read, causing me both to laugh out loud and weep tears of nostalgia as author Aaron Lansky searched the United States and later around the world for Yiddish books. As I¿m the sort of person who collects books to give to others, I felt a personal connection to the work of this author. I was cheering him on when he was able to discover some rarer books and feeling comforted by all of the home-cooked meals he was fed by his elderly donors during his book runs. A favorite part of the book for me was the Yiddish phrases that were used throughout. For someone who knows Yiddish (or even, as I do, German), the book really comes alive. Yiddish is a language that not only conveys a message, but it also conveys an attitude. All of the Yiddish phrases are translated (albeit a few not quite literally), but with these phrases come the hearts and the souls of the people who utter them.I adored reading this book. Its effect on me is my wish to help support Aaron Lansky¿s cause, to encourage my friends to donate their Yiddish books to his center, to encourage others to learn and study Yiddish, and to find a Yiddish book to borrow just to see how much of it I can understand (as I do know how to sound out the Hebrew letters). I was truly inspired by this very entertaining read and would highly recommend it to others, Jewish or not. If you have a love of books, you¿ll find a lot to like in Lansky¿s story.
countrylife on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In this book, the author chronicles how he and a small dedicated group went about the process of rescuing the literature of a tongue from passing away. Like it or not, Yiddish literature is finite, bound to a specific time and place. But precisely because Yiddish literature is finite, it is enormously important, a link between one epoch of Jewish history and the next. Its world's having been ferociously attacked and almost destroyed only serves to underscore its significance. The books we collect are the immediate intellectual antecedent of most contemporary Jews, able to tell us who we are and where we came from. Especially now, after the unspeakable horrors of the twentieth century, Yiddish literature endures as our last, best bridge across the abyss.Well written and interesting.
stellarexplorer on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In the 1970s, 23-year-old Aaron Lansky recognizes that due to the aging of the population that was literate in Yiddish, the books are disappearing rapidly. Into trashbins, literal and historical. He sets out to rescue them from individuals and organizations. The stories are hilarious and poignant. The vignettes are so true to life.... because they are true. 90-year-olds turning over their precious collections in tears, but asking for the time to explain the books and what they meant, performing in the process an act of desperate and final cultural transmission. He has now built the effort into the National Yiddish Book Center. I highly recommend it for any interested reader!
rondoctor on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Inspiirational story of the formation and work of the National Yiddish Book Center.
kingcvcnc on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
1980, twenty-three-year-old student Aaron Lansky sets out to rescur & preserve anabdoned Yiddish books before they are lost forever. He vows that books which survived Hitler & Stalin will not die. Believing there may be 70,000 such books, he collects 1.5 million. It's an adventure tale full of passion, humor, and great sadness. A must read and a must visit to the National Yiddish Book Center online.
ExVivre on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In the period from 1939 - 1945, most of the Yiddish-speaking world was destroyed in the Holocaust. A language with a thriving literary tradition virtually disappeared. The books that survived this period suffered an ignomious fate: to be ignored by the non-Yiddish speaking children of Holocaust survivors. Outwitting History is a compelling memoir of a man who saved Yiddish books from destruction and neglect, and thus saved an important part of Jewish history.
SophiesMindset More than 1 year ago
While "Amazing Adventures" seems to overstate the case, this was a fascinating work about how one man, with some help, pretty much saved Yiddish books from extinction. I love books, and I'm a voracious reader. Just a look at my blog (sophiesmindset.blogspot.com) or goodreads (Ruth Sophia) pages will tell you that. I love old books. It's really hard for me to pass up a pre-copyright volume at a good price. The thought of people discarding books of their heritage because their children are not able to read the language is heartbreaking. Yet, that is precisely what was happening to books written in Yiddish. Yiddish is the product of the Jewish people having no homeland and incorporating Hebrew with the languages of the lands in which they lived. A hybrid language. Some would say an illegitimate language. While the younger generation just didn't know the language in America (their parents and grandparents saw that lack of knowledge as a way for integration to occur), there was a segment of the older population that abhorred Yiddish because it wasn't scholarly. These people actively refused to save Yiddish books, afraid they might corrupt young people. Aaron Lansky, the author of Outwitting History, grew up hearing Yiddish, but never learning it. In college he wanted a degree in Jewish studies and decided Yiddish was an important part of that education. It was during this time he realized that Yiddish books were scarce, and growing more rare by the day. Some of this was because of the Holocaust. Entirely groups of people had to abandon everything to flee or be sent to concentration camps. Their books, and indeed everything left behind that wasn't deemed valuable by their captors, was destroyed. When Aaron decided he needed to save Yiddish books from the destruction that was happening because young people weren't learning Yiddish anymore, scholars estimated that only 70,000 Yiddish books existed worldwide. He recovered that many books in six months. Over twenty years after starting this journey, Aaron and the non-profit he founded (Yiddish Book Center) has saved over 1.5 million Yiddish books, sheet music, and pamphlets including some volumes which were believed to be entirely eradicated. Outwitting History is a fascinating look into what went into recovering a significant part of history that was almost lost forever. Aaron's story is truly one of being in the right place at the right time - and taking the appropriate action. While a basic knowledge of Hebrew or Yiddish is helpful for reading this book, it is not required. Translations are given whenever Yiddish is used, or context gives an explanation. If you like history, books, memoirs, Jewish culture, or David vs Goliath stories, this book is for you. A highly enjoyable read. Definitely recommend.
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