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(Aug. 05, 1991) Died:I.B. Singer
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Aug. 05, 1991 Was It Worth It?
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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BOOKS, Page 61
The Last Teller of Tales
Isaac Bashevis Singer: 1904-1991
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<p>By Stefan Kanfer
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<p> It was easy for Isaac Bashevis Singer to believe in
miracles. He was proof that they existed. In 1935 the rabbi's
son journeyed from Warsaw to New York City to visit his brother,
novelist Israel Joshua Singer, and thereby escaped the
Holocaust. He described vanished worlds in a dying language to
a dwindling audience and was awarded the 1978 Nobel Prize for
Literature. He was unknown at 40, but last week, when I.B.
Singer died of a stroke at the age of 87, he was the most
applauded Polish-born writer since Joseph Conrad.
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<p> Singer had every right to act the celebrity, yet he was
never at home in the modern style. His works were often
published first in Yiddish in The Jewish Daily Forward and later
in translation. Saul Bellow brought him wide recognition by
rendering the poignant anecdote Gimpel the Fool in English. But
royalties were slow to arrive, and for many years Singer lived
modestly on the earnings of his second wife Alma, a buyer at
Saks Fifth Avenue. Until late in life he kept his name in the
Manhattan phone book, and at lunch hour he could be found
munching a vegetarian meal at his favorite West Side cafeteria.
When he was asked, "Do you abstain from meat for your health?"
Singer liked to focus his cerulean eyes on the interviewer. "I
don't worry about my arteries," he would explain. "I worry about
the arteries of the chicken."
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<p> Intellectuals and academics made him uncomfortable. Their
questions about theology and philosophy were met with the
deadpan reply, "We must believe in free will. We have no
choice." Singer's favorite readers were the very young because
"children read books, not reviews. They don't give a hoot about
the critics." Besides, "they still believe in God, the family,
angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation
and other such obsolete stuff."
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<p> So did the author. When I.J. Singer died in 1944, I.B.
assumed the literary role. But the elder brother had been a
rationalist and a radical. The younger one was apolitical and
haunted by "a God who speaks in deeds, not in words, and whose
vocabulary is the universe." The biblical and supernatural tales
of youth provided the underpinnings of his work. As Singer's
rickety Yiddish typewriter chattered away, the ghettos of the
Middle Ages rose up again, with a cast of erotic shtetl dwellers
and phosphorescent imps. The Jews of 20th century Europe,
consumed by the Nazi death camps, were granted the powers of
speech and lust.
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<p> Throughout his career Singer was criticized for this mix
of sexuality and catastrophe. In his Nobel lecture he finally
replied: "The pessimism of the creative person is not decadence
but a mighty passion for the redemption of man. While the poet
entertains he continues to search for eternal truths...to
find an answer to suffering, to reveal love in the very abyss
of cruelty and injustice."
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<p> For most long-lived authors, the late 70s and early 80s
are considered the declining years. Not for Singer: his mighty
passion continued for several more volumes. He found new
audiences in 1983 when Barbra Streisand adapted his Yentl, the
Yeshiva Boy for the screen, and in 1989 when Paul Mazursky
directed Enemies, A Love Story. In his 80s Singer offered eight
works in translation, including The Death of Methuselah, and
Other Stories and a novel of prehistory, The King of the Fields.
His last book, Scum, a glum moral fable, appeared last spring.
(The Certificate will be published posthumously early next
year.) None of his collections, novels, plays, autobiographies
or children's books could be categorized--except as
productions of the last authentic teller of folk-tales. That was
the way he wanted it. "The various schools and `isms' of
literature were invented by professors," he maintained. "Only
small fish swim in schools." To the end, Isaac Bashevis Singer
chose to swim alone. Leviathans always do.
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