This author met Meher Baba in the 1930's when Baba came to New York. This narrative offers a fascinating view of life in Belarus for Orthodox Jews, and then the experience of the harrowing journey to the U.S. and the poverty of the ghetto. The strength of her spirit, hope, intelligence and friendships give wings to her aspirations.

I've decided to try “The Promised Land” by Mary Antin, with expectation of a crushing depression setting in:

“Could it be that the country's vices are now (finally) harmful to society?”

I'd say that the countries vices were always harmful to the country, with the need to endlessly consume, renew, rebuild, scrap and start over. But only now that "general prosperity supports the stability of all governments" is NO longer the case for the vast majority of people in the USA, regardless of race, the wounds inflicted by the vices have started to fester. The adherence to a mythology of the self-made man can be soul-crushing to those 99.9% that can't pull themselves up by their bootstraps. Carnegie is still seen as a goal, as opposed to a mass murderer. And the new generation of Trumps and Hiltons and Kardashians have bled their insanity into the American fabric, without any acceptance of the simple fact that those fuckers all emerged from wombs with deep pockets.

The “end” of America was written on the wall a real long time, simply because I do not know of almost anyone of America’s generation of today who can honestly say that they are in a better place economically, health-wise or spiritually than their parents. So, contrary to the nightly suckfests to show the NASDAQ index and Standard and Poor ratings, I know very few Americans who have more than their nostrils above water, so they almost all have started to question what kind of life democracy can promise.

I actually think that the process going on in the USA is essentially that which happened 100-150 years ago in Europe, when the natural resources started petering out, and the hope is that the States turn in the same way that Europe did: towards greater social justice and safety nets. Hopefully, without the necessity of 2 World Wars in the meantime. ( )

We get it, you were precocious and lucky. And grew up to be earnest.

Mary Antin's memoir about early childhood in a Russian Jewish community, emigrating to Boston (?) with her family, and the process by which American patriotism replaced Judaism as the definitive faith of her character and life. There's an overall tone of nerdy arrogance to the writing, reminiscent of Annie Dillard's and Agatha Christie's writings about childhood, though sadly minus most of the wry humor. But here and there are some beautiful passages evocative of landscape and the individual's smallness relative to the vastness of cultural and national identity. ( )

Illustrations are from photographs. An excerpt of her life as a schoolchild, in which she wins an award for her writing, was made into a picture book for children.

This is a wonderful and complicated story of Antin's childhood as she lives first in Russia and then in America. It is a picture of immigration, the search for what is the American dream however it is told, a great appreciation of learning, and a story of all the things that in the end matter more than either wealth of position. Antin's prose is graceful and literary, as well as entertaining throughout. It may start slowly, but this book is worth reading as both historical testimony and document as well as personal narrative and autobiography. ( )