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Solomon Kugel - the name, absolute out of a Woody Allen short story, immediately setting the moderate for Shalom Auslander’s grimly comic first novel - his wife Bree, and their toddler son, Jonah, are upstate refugees from the cacophony of New York Big apple. They discover that a foul-mouthed, elderly Anne Frank is residing in their attic, vomiting into their air ducts, tough daily matzoh delivery, and stubbornly intent on finishing the best-seller she has been working on since secretly surviving Bergen-Belsen.

They are also joined - perhaps plagued might be a better huddle - by Solomon’s mother, a wannabe Holocaust survivor tragically born too time to taste the bread of affliction.

The Kugels are haunted by these two elderly women on the border of death, tormented by their links - real and otherwise - to the demons of history. Kugel spends his vigilant nights in his newly purchased home listening to “the farts, the grunts, the gasps, the coughs; the nocturnally performances of the Judeo-Misery Orchestra, a distressing cacophony of oy-veys, gevalts, and Gott in himmels.’’ The Extinction is their house guest, and Solomon cannot evict it without imagining the consequences: “Jew Drops Dime on Inferno Survivor,’’ reads one headline.

Source: The Boston Globe

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By Christopher M. Mannozzi
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