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The Assistant

The Assistant

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by Bernard Malamud

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One of the greatest novels of our time is about the friendship and passion and soul-searching that led one ordinary American to become a Jew


One of the greatest novels of our time is about the friendship and passion and soul-searching that led one ordinary American to become a Jew

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
This new specialty-interest audio publisher is launching its line with two strong titles in addition to this one: Betrothed by S.Y. Agnon, read by Peter Waldren, and Miss America, 1945: Bess Myerson and the Year that Changed Our Lives by Susan Dworkin, read by Bess Myerson and Adam Grupper. Known especially for the craft of his short stories, Malamud (The Fixer; The Natural) published this novel in 1957. Frank Alpine is an Italian-American drifter who lands a job working for a humble Jewish grocer in Brooklyn. When he falls in love with the storekeeper's daughter, he is forced to reexamine his moral and spiritual beliefs. Guidall, one of audio's finest narrators, extracts a strong sense of atmosphere from Malamud's richly descriptive language. He throws himself into the many charged dialogue scenes--complete with the ethnic accents required--expressing pathos and humility without overdramatizing. (Sept.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
From the Publisher

“The clarity and concreteness of [Malamud's] style, the warm humanity over his people, the tender wit that keeps them first and compassionable, will delight many.... Mr. Malamud's people are memorable and real as rock.” —William Goyen, The New York Times

"Perfect ... A lyric marvel." -- The Nation

"There is a binding theme throughout the book, a search for fundamental truths through the study of ordinary people, their everyday ups and downs, their mundane pleasures and pains ... Malamud's vision, style and world are distinctively original." -- San Francisco Chronicle

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HarperCollins Publishers
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Perennial Classics Series
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5.29(w) x 8.02(h) x 0.59(d)
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Chapter One

The early November street was dark though night had ended, but thewind, to the grocer's surprise, already clawed. It flung his apron intohis face as he bent for the two milk cases at the curb. Morris Boberdragged the heavy boxes to the door, panting. A large brown bag ofhard rolls stood in the doorway along with the sour-faced, gray-hairedPoilisheh huddled there, who wanted one.

‘‘What's the matter so late?''‘‘Ten after six,'' said the grocer.

‘‘Is cold,'' she complained.

Turning the key in the lock he let her in. Usually he lugged inthe milk and lit the gas radiators, but the Polish woman was impatient.

Morris poured the bag of rolls into a wire basket on the counter andfound an unseeded one for her. Slicing it in halves, he wrapped it inwhite store paper. She tucked the roll into her cord market bag andleft three pennies on the counter. He rang up the sale on an old noisycash register, smoothed and put away the bag the rolls had come in,finished pulling in the milk, and stored the bottles at the bottom ofthe refrigerator. He lit the gas radiator at the front of the store andwent into the back to light the one there.

He boiled up coffee in a blackened enamel pot and sipped it, chewing on a roll, not tasting what he was eating. After he had cleanedup he waited; he waited for Nick Fuso, the upstairs tenant, a youngmechanic who worked in a garage in the neighborhood. Nick came inevery morning around seven for twenty cents' worth of ham and aloaf of bread.

But the front door opened and a girl of ten entered, her facepinched and eyes excited. His heart held no welcome for her.

‘‘My mother says,'' she said quickly,‘‘can you trust her tilltomorrow for a pound of butter, loaf of rye bread and a small bottleof cider vinegar?''

He knew the mother. ‘‘No more trust.''

The girl burst into tears.

Morris gave her a quarter-pound of butter, the bread and vinegar.

He found a penciled spot on the worn counter, near the cashregister, and wrote the sum under ‘‘Drunk Woman.'' The total nowcame to $2.03, which he never hoped to see. But Ida would nag ifshe noticed a new figure, so he reduced the amount to $1.61. Hispeace'the little he lived with'was worth forty-two cents.

He sat in a chair at the round wooden table in the rear of thestore and scanned, with raised brows, yesterday's Jewish paper that hehad already thoroughly read. From time to time he looked absentlythrough the square windowless window cut through the wall, to seeif anybody had by chance come into the store. Sometimes when helooked up from his newspaper, he was startled to see a customerstanding silently at the counter.

Now the store looked like a long dark tunnel.

The grocer sighed and waited. Waiting he did poorly. Whentimes were bad time was bad. It died as he waited, stinking in his nose.

A workman came in for a fifteen-cent can of King Oscar Norwe-giansardines.

Morris went back to waiting. In twenty-one years the store hadchanged little. Twice he had painted all over, once added new shelving.

The old-fashioned double windows at the front a carpenter hadmade into a large single one. Ten years ago the sign hanging outside fell to the ground but he had never replaced it. Once, when businesshit a long good spell, he had had the wooden icebox ripped out anda new white refrigerated showcase put in. The showcase stood at thefront in line with the old counter and he often leaned against it as hestared out of the window. Otherwise the store was the same. Yearsago it was more a delicatessen; now, though he still sold a little delicatessen,it was more a poor grocery.

A half-hour passed. When Nick Fuso failed to appear, Morris gotup and stationed himself at the front window, behind a large card-boarddisplay sign the beer people had rigged up in an otherwiseempty window. After a while the hall door opened, and Nick cameout in a thick, hand-knitted green sweater. He trotted around thecorner and soon returned carrying a bag of groceries. Morris was nowvisible at the window. Nick saw the look on his face but didn't looklong. He ran into the house, trying to make it seem it was the windthat was chasing him. The door slammed behind him, a loud door.

The grocer gazed into the street. He wished fleetingly that hecould once more be out in the open as when he was a boy'never inthe house, but the sound of the blustery wind frightened him. Hethought again of selling the store but who would buy? Ida still hopedto sell. Every day she hoped. The thought caused him grimly to smile,although he did not feel like smiling. It was an impossible idea so hetried to put it out of his mind. Still, there were times when he wentinto the back, poured himself a spout of coffee and pleasantly thoughtof selling. Yet if he miraculously did, where would he go, where? Hehad a moment of uneasiness as he pictured himself without a roof overhis head. There he stood in all kinds of weather, drenched in rain, andthe snow froze on his head. No, not for an age had he lived a wholeday in the open. As a boy, always running in the muddy, rutted streetsof the village, or across the fields, or bathing with the other boys inthe river; but as a man, in America, he rarely saw the sky. In the earlydays when he drove a horse and wagon, yes, but not since his firststore. In a store you were entombed.

The Assistant. Copyright © by Bernard Malamud. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Bernard Malamud (1914–86) wrote eight novels; he won the Pulitzer Prize and a National Book Award for The Fixer, and the National Book Award for The Magic Barrel. Born in Brooklyn, he taught for many years at Bennington College in Vermont.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
April 28, 1914
Date of Death:
March 18, 1986
Place of Birth:
Brooklyn, New York
Place of Death:
New York, New York
B.A., City College of New York, 1936; M.A., Columbia University, 1942

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Assistant 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Cenzo64 More than 1 year ago
Bernard Malamud captured the immigrant life beautifully - America where dreams are made or broken; where one struggles to make a better life for their family. Morris Bober is confined to his small grocery store - his grave - an honest man struggling to make an honest living against many odds. In this captivating story you will encounter the physicality of rape, robbery, beatings and death. The mental and emotional journey you will take includes astounding glimpses of internal conflict, guilt, regret, human suffering, remorse, reconciliation, a quest for forgiveness and redemption. The Assistant is a story that transcends time. Wonderful read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was interesting. The way the author explained and described each ethnic group. From the Jewish grocer to the New York liquer dealer. It is set in post war Brooklyn. Its a good book, it teaches you about Jewish life as well as other cultures you may not know about. I would recommend this book to anyone who is interested in learning about different cultures in a past time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The ¿American dream¿ is cleverly described in Bernard Malamud¿s book, The Assistant. Bober, the main character, is a recent Russian immigrant who is trying to run a grocery store in Brooklyn in the late 1800¿s. A new grocery store is making him loose costumers, and the store is being supported mostly by his daughters pay checks. Malamund is able to describe the stress and desperation of Bobers¿s predicament. Just when Bober considers giving up the business, He meets Frank Alpine. And when Frank crosses paths with Bober, they start to take on a father-son relationship, and the story begins to develop rapidly. The characterization in Malamud¿s work is fantastic. The characters are honestly displayed with both positive and negative aspects. The scene of the story is also interesting. New York at that time was very diverse and unique, and Malamud captures that with his descriptions of the many outdoor scenes where Frank looks deep within his soul. The book puts in perspective the troubles immigrants and new business owners have, and the importance of work ethics and honesty.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This in my judgment remains Malamud's finest novel. The story of Frankie Alpine the petty thief who comes to work in the store of Morris Bober, a poor Jewish grocer , and through the work come to identify and understand Jewish suffering is a poetically written , and deeply moving work. The story of Frankie Alpine's moral transformation in becoming Malamud 's kind of Jew is subtlely and beautiful told, as is Alpine's problematic love story with Bober's daughter. For Malamud a Jew is someone who is made more humane by a special and deep suffering.This is not a very Halachic definition, and not perhaps a very accurate definition in any real way. But it is Malamud 's literary and philosophical premise, and it informs all his work.Here it is illustrated in its most compelling and sympathetic way . Who reads this work will feel the need to be a kinder and better human being.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this is the first book by malamud i've ever read and i can honestly say i'm not even one bit disappointed. i love the jewish grocer's dignity and frank's moral renewal. both characters made me once again re-evaluate my very existence in this world.
IEB More than 1 year ago
It was most difficult for the family to move on and try to eke out a better living. The daughter had higher aspirations, but her dreams were put on hold for she had to contribute to her family.
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Sitake More than 1 year ago
It kept interested throughout the entire book. Yet I kinda saw a few things coming without having to even read that part. :P
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I liked this book because it taught me how to look at things and makes me want change the way I act towards other's. The book explained how this man named Frank went through transformation and he didn't really know who he wanted to be and he felt lost. The book made me feel that I shouldn't give up on anything just because I may not have certain things in life. I feel that when you don't have much in life that you have to put effort to try to do something with your life so that you then can be in a higher postion that everyone else is in. The book made me realize to not to judge anyone just because they might not be in the same religion that you are in you should always get to know the good side of a person, before you judge first and end up getting the bad side of them. This book can really make some one feel different about themselves after reading this book because it gives you tips and details on how a man that didn't have anything ended up having pride and being caring of other's at the end. So I would recommand people to read this book if they want to learn a little more on how they can change certain things about themselves after reading the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book started off very, very boring. I almost put it down. But then it got a little interesting. (Just a little). The ending wasn't great at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I know this is supposed to be one of the "it" books but I simply could not get into this story at all. I thought the characters were awful people who actively ruined their own lives. I am not the kind of person that needs rainbows and sunshine in every story I read, but I would like at least one character to root for. Sadly this book did not have any such character. Totally depressing, skip it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Without a doubt the most boring book I have EVER read. This was required reading for my Sophomore son; I'll read anything and picked it up. I can not imagine why an English teacher would imagine that a 15 year old would have any interest in this type of setting. The main character suffers through his entire life trying to make a living, his daughter gives up her dream of an education to help the family, his "assistant" steals from him, assaults him, and rapes his daughter. Not to mention his nagging wife, who talks him out of his "dream" to be a pharmacist. If you want to be depressed, read the newspaper or watch the evening newscast. There is a multitude of great literature our children can read...classics, that depict daily life...please, let the suffering stop with "The Assistant"!
Snakeskin66 More than 1 year ago
This is a book where most of the characters complain about their harsh lives...for me it turned out as a self-pitying bonanza. The story dragged on and more than half way through I couldn't imagine how this was going to end. A plethora of depressing events take place and then the ending slaps you in the face with a moral punch. The Assistant is supposed to be about the transformation of this Frank Alpine. Malamud, the author, focused more on basic facts and actions rather than helping the reader see "eye to eye" with Frank. I really wanted to empathize with these characters and see what they saw. Out of everything that happened the ending left me unsatisfied and with a big, "Who cares?" hanging over my head.