Herman Broder turned over and opened one eye. In his dreamy state, he wondered whether he was in America, in Tzivkev, or in a German camp.
Isaac Bashevis Singer always wrote in Yiddish and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1978. That's all I really know about him. I was a bit skittish about reading his work, fearing it would be about the Holocaust and too dark. But this is described as humorous, so I'm hoping for the best. It's my #6 for the Classics Club Spin #23.