![]() ![]() I’m cooped up in our New York City apartment with my Kindle, suffering the Covid quarantine. We are also talking about her again because the Netflix miniseries adaption of her book is due to hit on the 26 th of this month. ![]() I’ve also reaped a bit of the overflow from the book’s success many fans of Unorthodox wind up in Williamsburg on my walking tour because Feldman piqued their interest. I have much more distance from the story. I didn’t give the book a careful read that first time. Yes, all we were talking about were pieces of the book and the book publicity. ![]() I still hear about my unforgivable betrayal. I was among the critics, and that fact rained Feldman’s and other people’s anger down on me. Some tried to criticize Feldman, and some saw this criticism as a betrayal. I too was a cauldron of hot-headed opinion and “taking sides.” Soon, there were fault lines among ex-Hasidim. ![]() Everyone was talking about Unorthodox, raving, ranting, attacking, defending, calling her a James Frey or an Angela’s Ashes-fussing it all the way to the New York Time’s bestsellers list. Not before or after have I seen so much to-do about our little niche world of defectors of the Hasidic faith. When Deborah Feldman’s memoir hit shelves in 2012, all hell broke loose. ![]()
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