By Shalom Auslander
FROM THE author OF SHOWTIME'S "HAPPYISH"
A New York Times amazing publication, and a “chaotic, chuckle insurrection” (San Francisco Chronicle) of a memoir.
Shalom Auslander used to be raised with a terrified recognize for God. while he grew up and was once estranged from his neighborhood, his faith and its traditions, he couldn't locate the trail to a lifestyles the place he didn’t fight day-by-day with the phobia of God’s ambitious wrath. Foreskin’s Lament finds Auslander’s “painfully, cripplingly, incurably, miserably non secular” early life in a strict, socially remoted Orthodox Jewish group, and recounts his uprising and efforts to make a brand new existence except it. His blend of unrelenting humor and anger renders a wealthy and engaging portrait of a guy grappling along with his religion and relatives.
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