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A review by oleksandr
Sabbath Wine by Barbara Krasnoff
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.