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ninj's review
3.0
A little pedestrian, if interesting, to begin with, but rolled along to a fairly satisfying conclusion.
oleksandr's review
3.0
This short story was nominated for Nebula in 2017.
“My name’s Malka Hirsch,” the girl said. “I’m nine.”
“I’m David Richards,” the boy said. “I’m almost thirteen.... and I am dead.”
Young Jewish girl meets not much older black boy in the first year of the Prohibition. She invites him (and his father) to the Sabbath dinner. Her father, socialist and atheist wants to please her but where to get a kosher wine?
A poignant story of fathers and their kind and about our world, which can be sometimes too cruel.
“My name’s Malka Hirsch,” the girl said. “I’m nine.”
“I’m David Richards,” the boy said. “I’m almost thirteen.... and I am dead.”
Young Jewish girl meets not much older black boy in the first year of the Prohibition. She invites him (and his father) to the Sabbath dinner. Her father, socialist and atheist wants to please her but where to get a kosher wine?
A poignant story of fathers and their kind and about our world, which can be sometimes too cruel.
bluehairedlibrarian's review
4.0
I was kind of bored with this one from about the middle until the very end. Then it punched me in the face.
jokoloyo's review
4.0
I inform the minor bad thing first: The start is rather slow, need some time to build the momentum. The second half of the story is a lovely gem with highly emotional ending.
For a short story, it has pretty rich in details in cultures. It started as two children met and became friends, but then the story would growing, not only focusing to the children but also to their fathers.
For a short story, it has pretty rich in details in cultures. It started as two children met and became friends, but then the story would growing, not only focusing to the children but also to their fathers.
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