Unorthodox: The Scandalous Rejection of My Hasidic Roots

Unorthodox: The Scandalous Rejection of My Hasidic Roots

by Deborah Feldman


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Called “brave and riveting” by Jeannette Walls, Deborah Feldman’s New York Times bestselling memoir of escaping from a strict Hasidic community includes a new afterword by the author detailing the circumstances of her life after leaving her husband and forging new beginnings for herself and her young son.

As a member of the strictly religious Satmar sect of Hasidic Judaism, Deborah Feldman grew up under a code of relentlessly enforced customs governing everything from what she could wear and to whom she could speak to what she was allowed to read. Yet in spite of her repressive upbringing, Deborah grew into an independent-minded young woman whose stolen moments reading about the empowered literary characters of Jane Austen and Louisa May Alcott helped her to imagine an alternative way of life among the skyscrapers of Manhattan. Trapped as a teenager in a sexually and emotionally dysfunctional marriage to a man she barely knew, the tension between Deborah’s desires and her responsibilities as a good Satmar girl grew more explosive until she gave birth at nineteen and realized that, regardless of the obstacles, she would have to forge a path—for herself and her son—to happiness and freedom.

Remarkable and fascinating, this “sensitive and memorable coming-of-age story” (Pittsburgh Post-Gazette) is one you won’t be able to put down.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781439187012
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 10/02/2012
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 102,677
Product dimensions: 5.64(w) x 8.28(h) x 0.66(d)

About the Author

Deborah Feldman was raised in the Satmar Hasidic community in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, New York. She lives in Berlin with her son.

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  • On the eve of my twenty-fourth birthday I interview my mother. We meet at a vegetarian restaurant in Manhattan, one that announces itself as organic and farm-fresh, and despite my recent penchant for all things pork and shellfish, I am looking forward to the simplicity the meal promises. The waiter who serves us is conspicuously gentile-looking, with scruffy blond hair and big blue eyes. He treats us like royalty because we are on the Upper East Side and are prepared to shell out a hundred bucks for a lunch consisting largely of vegetables. I think it is ironic that he doesn’t know that the two of us are outsiders, that he automatically takes our existence for granted. I never thought this day would come.

    Before we met, I told my mother that I had some questions for her. Although we’ve spent more time together over the past year than we did in all my teenage years put together, thus far I’ve mostly avoided talking about the past. Perhaps I did not want to know. Maybe I didn’t want to find out that whatever information had been fed to me about my mother was wrong, or maybe I didn’t want to accept that it was right. Still, publishing my life story calls for scrupulous honesty, and not just my own.

    A year ago to this date I left the Hasidic community for good. I am twenty-four and I still have my whole life ahead of me. My son’s future is chock-full of possibilities. I feel as if I have made it to the starting line of a race just in time to hear the gun go off. Looking at my mother, I understand that there might be similarities between us, but the differences are more glaringly obvious. She was older when she left, and she didn’t take me with her. Her journey speaks more of a struggle for security than happiness. Our dreams hover above us like clouds, and mine seem bigger and fluffier than her wispy strip of cirrus high in a winter sky.

    As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted everything from life, everything it can possibly give me. This desire separates me from people who are willing to settle for less. I cannot even comprehend how people’s desires can be small, their ambitions narrow and limited, when the possibilities are so endless. I do not know my mother well enough to understand her dreams; for all I know, they seem big and important to her, and I want to respect that. Surely, for all our differences, there is that thread of common ground, that choice we both made for the better.

    My mother was born and raised in a German Jewish community in England. While her family was religious, they were not Hasidic. A child of divorce, she describes her young self as troubled, awkward, and unhappy. Her chances of marrying, let alone marrying well, were slim, she tells me. The waiter puts a plate of polenta fries and some black beans in front of her, and she shoves her fork in a fry.

    When the choice of marrying my father came along, it seemed like a dream, she says between bites. His family was wealthy, and they were desperate to marry him off. He had siblings waiting for him to get engaged so that they could start their own lives. He was twenty-four, unthinkably old for a good Jewish boy, too old to be single. The older they get, the less likely they are to be married off. Rachel, my mother, was my father’s last shot.

    Everyone in my mother’s life was thrilled for her, she remembers. She would get to go to America! They were offering a beautiful, brand-new apartment, fully furnished. They offered to pay for everything. She would receive beautiful clothes and jewelry. There were many sisters-in-law who were excited to become her friends.

    “So they were nice to you?” I ask, referring to my aunts and uncles, who, I remember, mostly looked down on me for reasons I could never fully grasp.

    “In the beginning, yes,” she says. “I was the new toy from England, you know. The thin, pretty girl with the funny accent.”

    She saved them all, the younger ones. They were spared the fate of getting older in their singlehood. In the beginning, they were grateful to see their brother married off.

    “I made him into a mensch,” my mother tells me. “I made sure he always looked neat. He couldn’t take care of himself, but I did. I made him look better; they didn’t have to be so ashamed of him anymore.”

    Shame is all I can recall of my feelings for my father. When I knew him, he was always shabby and dirty, and his behavior was childlike and inappropriate.

    “What do you think of my father now?” I ask. “What do you think is wrong with him?”

    “Oh, I don’t know. Delusional, I suppose. Mentally ill.”

    “Really? You think it’s all that? You don’t think he was just plain mentally retarded?”

    “Well, he saw a psychiatrist once after we were married, and the psychiatrist told me he was pretty sure your father had some sort of personality disorder, but there was no way to tell, because your father refused to cooperate with further testing and never went back for treatment.”

    “Well, I don’t know,” I say thoughtfully. “Aunt Chaya told me once that he was diagnosed as a child, with retardation. She said his IQ was sixty-six. There’s not much you can do about that.”

    “They didn’t even try, though,” my mother insists. “They could have gotten him some treatment.”

    I nod. “So in the beginning, they were nice to you. But what happened after?” I remember my aunts talking about my mother behind her back, saying hateful things.

    “Well, after the fuss calmed down, they started to ignore me. They would do things and leave me out of it. They looked down on me because I was from a poor family, and they had all married money and come from money and they lived different lives. Your father couldn’t earn any money, and neither could I, so your grandfather supported us. But he was stingy, counting out the bare minimum for groceries. He was very smart, your zeide, but he didn’t understand people. He was out of touch with reality.”

    I still feel a little sting when someone says something bad about my family, as if I have to defend them.

    “Your bubbe, on the other hand, she had respect for me, I could tell. No one ever listened to her, and certainly she was more intelligent and open-minded than anyone gave her credit for.”

    “Oh, I agree with that!” I’m thrilled to find we have some common ground, one family member whom we both see the same way. “She was like that to me too; she respected me even when everyone else thought I was just troublesome.”

    “Yes, well . . . she had no power, though.”


    So in the end she had nothing to cling to, my mother. No husband, no family, no home. In college, she would exist, would have purpose, direction. You leave when there’s nothing left to stay for; you go where you can be useful, where people accept you.

    The waiter comes to the table holding a chocolate brownie with a candle stuck in it. “Happy birthday to you . . . ,” he sings softly, meeting my eyes for a second. I look down, feeling my cheeks redden.

    “Blow out the candle,” my mother urges, taking out her camera. I want to laugh. I bet the waiter thinks that I’m just like every other birthday girl going out with her mom, and that we do this every year. Would anyone guess that my mother missed most of my birthdays growing up? How can she be so quick to jump back into things? Does it feel natural to her? It certainly doesn’t feel that way to me.

    After both of us have devoured the brownie, she pauses and wipes her mouth. She says that she wanted to take me with her, but she couldn’t. She had no money. My father’s family threatened to make her life miserable if she tried to take me away. Chaya, the oldest aunt, was the worst, she says. “I would visit you and she would treat me like garbage, like I wasn’t your mother, had never given birth to you. Who gave her the right, when she wasn’t even blood?” Chaya married the family’s oldest son and immediately took control of everything, my mother recalls. She always had to be the boss, arranging everything, asserting her opinions everywhere.

    And when my mother left my father for good, Chaya took control of me too. She decided that I would live with my grandparents, that I would go to Satmar school, that I would marry a good Satmar boy from a religious family. It was Chaya who, in the end, taught me to take control of my own life, to become iron-fisted like she was, and not let anyone else force me to be unhappy.

    It was Chaya who convinced Zeidy to talk to the matchmaker, I learned, even though I had only just turned seventeen. In essence, she was my matchmaker; she was the one who decided to whom I was to be married. I’d like to hold her responsible for everything I went through as a result, but I am too wise for that. I know the way of our world, and the way people get swept along in the powerful current of our age-old traditions.

    August 2010

    New York City

  • Reading Group Guide

    This reading group guide for Unorthodox includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Deborah Feldman. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.


    Raised in the cloistered world of Brooklyn’s Satmar sect of Hasidic Judaism, Deborah Feldman struggled as a naturally curious child to make sense of and obey the rigid strictures that governed her daily life. From what she could read to whom she could speak with, virtually every aspect of her identity was tightly controlled. Married at age seventeen to a man she had only met for thirty minutes and denied a traditional education—sexual or otherwise—she was unable to consummate the relationship for an entire year. Her resultant debilitating anxiety went undiagnosed and was exacerbated by the public shame of having failed to serve her husband. In exceptional prose, Feldman recalls how stolen moments reading about the empowered literary characters of Jane Austen and Louisa May Alcott helped her to see an alternative way of life—one she knew she had to seize when, at the age of nineteen, she gave birth to a son and realized that more than just her own future was at stake.

    Topics & Questions for Discussion

    1. The heroines in the books Deborah read as a girl were her first inspirations, the first to make her consider her own potential outside of her community. Which literary characters have inspired you?

    2. As a girl, with two absentee parents and an outspoken nature, Deborah was systematically made to feel different or “bad.” How did the structure of Satmar Hasidic culture make her feel such shame, and how did this shame serve to subjugate her?

    3. When Deobrah learns that King David—a sainted historical figure who supposedly did no wrong—is a murderer and a hypocrite, she writes, “I am not aware at this moment that I have lost my innocence. I will realize it many years later.” What is the line between innocence and willful ignorance? How did Deborah’s ability and willingness to question authority and think for herself change the course of her life?

    4. The cloistered Satmar community is located on the outskirts of New York City, one of the most racially, spiritually and culturally diverse places in America. How do aspects of the outside world enter Deborah’s consciousness, and how do you think these glimpses of life outside her insular community impacted her development?

    5. Deborah writes of the various ways she was restricted and constrained by her religion, but her grandparents found solace in the strict Hasidic community after the Holocaust. Were there any positive aspects of her tightly knit sect?

    6. How was Deborah’s life affected by gossip and the fear of scrutiny from her friends and neighbors? How have other people’s judgments and criticisms affected your own life?

    7. How much were Deborah’s Bubby and her aunts responsible for the unhappiness in her life? How much free will did they have, given their cultural restrictions?

    8. When it is time for Deborah to find a husband, her ordinarily stingy Zeidy starts spending money. How does this rampant materialism conflict with the community’s values of modesty and simplicity? How does this kind of materialism differ from and how is it similar to materialism in secular life?

    9. Discuss your reaction to the fact that Deborah’s mother fled the community. How different do you think Deborah’s life would have been if her mother had not left?

    10. Even though her marriage is arranged and she has very little say in the matter, Deborah originally views her impending nuptials as an opportunity for freedom. Was she naïve? Did her marriage with Eli constrain her even more than she already was?

    11. Deborah’s description of going to the mikvah is one of the most harrowing of the book. How did her experience at the ritual baths expose the most glaring hypocrisies of her religion?

    12. How did Deborah’s responsibilities shift when her son was born? What do you think ultimately led her to summon the courage to leave her community?

    13. Deborah writes about the abuses that are allowed to run rampant in the Satmar community—from her own father’s untreated mental illness to pedophilia. From Deborah’s account of life in the Satmar Hasidic religion, do you think the community will ever be able to change or be reformed?

    Enhance Your Book Club

    1. Food was a major aspect of Deborah’s family and religious life. Try out some recipes for Yiddish delicacies, like egg kichel or babka, and share with your book club.

    2. Deborah’s love of pop music was a shameful secret when she was growing up. Plan a group outing to a karaoke bar and belt out your favorite guilty pleasures.

    3. James, Deborah’s professor at Sarah Lawrence, suggests that she read some Yiddish poetry that has been translated into English. Have each member of your book group find a poem that was originally written in Yiddish and recite it to the group. Is there anything about the poem that reflects a particular cultural point of view or gives a hint of the Yiddish temperament or sense of humor?

    A Conversation with Deborah Feldman

    You say this book is “your ticket out” of the Hasidic world. Did going back over the details of your life in the Satmar community bring about any new realizations? What did you learn about yourself in the process of writing Unorthodox?

    While I was writing Unorthodox I was going through that delicate transition period that comes after leaving, where I was struggling to figure out what kind of person I was going to be, and what kind of life I was going to lead. Being forced to reflect on the past made me realize I was never going to be able to erase it, and that the past will always be a part of who I am. I eventually learned that this was not necessarily a bad thing, and I grew to accept it. Without the book to help me, it would have taken me much longer to achieve that realization.

    From the time you were a little girl you loved reading. What are some of your favorite books and how have they influenced you?

    I mention many of my favorites in the memoir, but I’ve also been a huge Charles Dickens fan for as long as I can remember. Being an anglophile, I quickly familiarized myself with all the renowned English writers, but his books stood out because they often concerned young children who found themselves suddenly disadvantaged in life, and his writing was steeped in a sort of romantic melancholy. I think books like that allowed me to make my own life seem like an adventure. Of course, I can’t forget about Harry Potter. I caught on to the series as a teenager and it was such an escape for me. To this day I credit J.K. Rowling for ever surviving my adolescence in the Satmar community. I remember a time when the next Harry Potter book was the only thing I had to look forward to. Recently I felt a similar excitement; I was reading a book by Lev Grossman that has been called the “grown-up Harry Potter,” titled The Magician King, and it made me remember how I felt as a kid all over again. It’s a great experience; to recapture that feeling. If an author can do that, then they have really achieved something.

    In the book you mention that you kept a journal. When did you start writing? Do you keep a journal now? Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?

    I started writing as soon as I started reading. There’s a reason writers write, and I think I understood that reason from a very young age. When I started writing, I felt like I had joined a club. I was engaged in an age-old process of reflection and creativity that tied me to the people I most admired; authors. In this way, writing made me feel less alone. It took me out of my small, limited world and made me feel part of the big picture. I still keep a journal; I think I always will. As I do this, I understand that it’s not so much about creating content, but about what writing can do for me as a person. It aids both my creative and personal development.

    Do you think there is any chance that the Satmar community can be reformed? Is there any way for people outside of the community to help?

    I definitely think there is a chance for positive change to occur in the Satmar community. As a realist, I understand that the extent of that change may be more limited than I would like, but that doesn’t negate its value. Change is created only when people demand it though, and I am just one person. Others will need to stand up for what they want as well. I believe that there are people in the community for whom the lifestyle fits more comfortably than it did in my case, but I also know that there are many trapped on the inside that wish to be emancipated but have no tools to achieve that. When I was inside, I was convinced there was no way out because I did not know anyone in the secular world, and my limited contact with it as a child had convinced me that no one would be receptive to my attempts at interaction. It would be nice if people could see past the costume to the person underneath it, and be more understanding as a result. If outsiders take notice, the Satmar community might be more inclined toward reform, as they are usually concerned with public image.

    You write that you still consider yourself proud to be Jewish and that you still think it’s important to have faith. How has your religion manifested in your life outside the Satmar Hasidic community? Do you belong to a temple, or do you find other ways to express your beliefs?

    I think my Jewishness has stayed with me largely because of my son, who identifies very positively with his ethnic and religious identity. Seeing him take pleasure in Jewish holidays and customs has taught me not to reject the beneficial aspects of a culture just because it has negative associations for me. While I am still uncomfortable with the idea of “belonging” to a temple or community, I don’t want to deprive my son of that choice, and so I try to stay as open and flexible as possible.

    Now that you’re free to delve into secular culture, what particular activities do you most enjoy?

    That’s easy. I love being part of a literary community. The fact that I don’t have to hide my books, or my love for them, is the best part about being free. I spend time in bookstores and attend readings, and it always feels like a celebration to me, because I know I would never have been able to take part in this were it not for my escape. I also love to travel, watch independent films, and visit art museums. The fact that I can expand my intellectual horizons when I want to is still thrilling and new to me.

    Food has always played an important role in your life. How does it feel to not keep kosher? What are your favorite things to eat?

    Interestingly, I still keep a kosher kitchen at home, because I am raising my son as Modern Orthodox, something I agreed to in order to keep the differences between his father’s lifestyle and mine as minimally confusing as possible. However, I consider myself a real foodie, and I love trying new dishes, especially when I’m traveling. I feel like the best way to get to know a new place is through the food it has to offer. Eating is such a sensual and indulgent activity and I think I have an emotional relationship to food that was instilled in me by my upbringing.

    Have you had any further communication with your grandparents or the rest of your extended family? Do they know this book is being published? Has there been any fallout?

    This is a sensitive issue for me. When I left I changed my contact information and hid for a while because I was scared that they would force me to return. Later, when news of the book surfaced, I received a lot of hate mail from members in my family, and that was very hurtful. However, reading the abusive messages reminded me how lucky I was to have escaped the community and made me more grateful than ever that I had made the decisions to leave it. I think my family and community will try to do whatever they can to hurt me, both to discount what I’m saying and to exact their revenge against me for betraying the code of silence. I am prepared for that eventuality, and I rely on the support of my close friends to get me through that.

    Do you think anyone in the Satmar Hasidic community will read your book? Do you want them to?

    I definitely think that members of the community will read the book, albeit in secret. There exists a certain curiosity about rebels; every time an article about one is published, it is discreetly circulated among a Hasidic audience. I certainly don’t mind if they do read it, I expect a certain amount of public outrage, but I’m also confident that many women, and men, may be inspired by it. I think it will make them think differently about the lives they lead.

    Would you like your son to read this book one day? How will you explain his heritage to him?

    It’s very difficult for me to imagine my son grown up and reading this book. I don’t think anyone would be very comfortable with the idea that the intimate details of their parents’ lives, and by extension—their life, is available to the public. I can only hope that he will accept me for who I am. Right now, we have a very close relationship and I answer all his questions honestly; I can only continue to try my best to do so as he grows older, and his questions become more complex.

    What would you most like readers to take away from the experience of reading this book? What would you most like people to know about you, and about the Hasidic community in general?

    I want people to think about how hard it can still be to grow up female in this day and age, because even though some of the experiences described in the book may strike you as extreme, I think all women can identify with the powerlessness I felt. A lot about how the Hasidic community conducts itself is a reflection on the greater society that allows it to do so, and I think attitudes towards multiculturalism need to change as a result. Justice for women needs to improve both in and outside of extreme religious cultures.

    If you could talk to young girls from your old neighborhood who are struggling with their beliefs and feeling constrained by their community, what would you tell them?

    I would tell them to reach out and ask for help. It’s scary to make that first contact, but more often than not it pays off. I’ve been helped by some amazing people, and I would love nothing more than to pay it forward. I know I can’t save the world, but I will certainly do everything I can to assist others like me.

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    BklynBookBuff More than 1 year ago
    "Unorthodox" is an authentic, gripping narrative of the author's experiences growing up in an oppressive religious Hasidic community, and of how she courageously walked away from that community to provide a better life for herself and her child. Having lived many years in that community myself, I can attest to the veracity of the author's description of the Hasidic lifestyle, as well as relate to the challenges she faced in leaving, and the exhilaration of being able to freely explore the world outside. The story, while poignant, also has its humorous moments. It is certainly as entertaining to read as it is informative, and for those looking for a good book to read it will not disappoint.
    LAN70 More than 1 year ago
    I read the many reviews of this book and I found only about half to be an actual review of the book or the writing, the other half were personal attacks on the author and that does nothing for the satmar cause, nor is it a considered a review. Im sure this book is going to anger some people because it opens the veil of hasidic secrecy. But this is a place to review the writing and the storyline. People shouting LIES! LIES! is annoying and desperate. This is HER memoir, she has every right to tell it how she saw it and lived it. So therefore it is not a lie. You are not coming across with a worthwhile point. And I seriously crack up on the people that say they personally know very religious Hasids and they arent like "that". For one, Hasids dont associate with gentiles,never have, especially Satmar's. And if by chance they "have" too, I can guarantee they are not going to be offering (you) up any details of private hasidic life. Please review the book only if you have actually read it, and are not just here to B*tch about the author personally. The book in itself was a fabulous read, well written. I want to know more of this story. I would read another book by this author. The only part I feel was lacking was that I wish she would have detailed more in the end about how the families reacted and where everyone is now. Maybe that can be in the follow up? The book is short for a memoir ( slightly less than 300 pages) but was filled with complexity, worthwhile pages and the extra "fluff" sometimes used to fill pages was left out. That part I appreciated. After page 200 I found I could not put the book down and stayed up well into the wee hours to finish the book. Highly recommend.
    AlexaF More than 1 year ago
    I noticed there are many negative reviews, but the readers never indicate that they've actually read the book. Since I have read the book, I will say it's carefully written. While Deborah details the daily life of the Satmars, she's also very conscious not to add too much judgment. Her writing seems very honest. For example, she conveys an awareness of the material things she covets after her engagement and marriage. One thing the Satmars who are angry with Deborah and also Deborah herself doesn't seem to notice. The reason she noticed what was missing in her life was because she dipped her toes into our pool. In essence, she ate from the tree of knowledge, and once she did, she was unable to feel satisfied with the life she had. Being treated as an outcast by her own family, what did she really have to lose? I came across a few sites where people are defaming her, and I'm sure the Satmars are unhappy mostly because they are private and exclusive and she's basically torn the veil off their secret society, but so it goes. This is her story, and if it doesn't align with other Satmars, so be it. That doesn't mean it isn't true.
    tarync More than 1 year ago
    As a nurse who works with this community I found this book reinforced what I already knew about the Satmar Hasidics. It helped me to understand them a little better and to not take personally their behavior towards me. I give Deborah Feldman so much credit for making a new life for herself and her son and hope that she succeeds in all she does! I highly recommend this book to anyone who wants to learn more about an insular and cultish community living their highly restricted lives right in the middle of modern and progressive Brooklyn!
    SandrasEnd More than 1 year ago
    I worked with people from this community for years and I believe every word she's written. I know that there is a big review war about this book on Amazon, but know, Deborah Feldman is a gifted writer and an extra ordinrily brave woman!!! Kudos on the success of this powerful and inspirational book!
    graciej More than 1 year ago
    I found this book very intresting. I did enjoy reading every word. I enjoyed learning about a part of society I did not know anything about. I enjoyed her view point. I don't know very much about this community or this religion so I have to believe the Author. Plus, this is her story and how she saw her life not how people that lived around her saw it. The writing felt somewhat rushed at times. The big stories were there but at some points she will bring something up and then it is like she has a total change of thought and we never hear what happen. I really wish she would have told us more. More, about how her family reacted to her leaving. How her husband's family reacted. What is Eli doing now. Her father. I wanted this book to be more then just about her insentives to leave and more about what happen when she did...there did not seem to be "Scandale" in her leaving. I think is is a very good book that needed a little less editing and a few more details.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    It is one persons view people. Get a grip. I liked it.
    Saloma More than 1 year ago
    I read this book because I thought I would be able to relate to Ms. Feldman. I, too, left an insular community (in my case Old Order Amish) in which preserving the collective or community was valued over an individual's freedom. I know what it's like to be required to follow the rules blindly, even when these rules contradict one another and any self-respecting person can't help but question them. I know what it feels like to have my education limited in an intentional attempt to keep me ignorant of the choices I had for charting my own life path. I, too, gravitated towards a college education and eventually graduated from Smith College, but I had to leave my community to be able to do so. Feldman was very resourceful in utilizing the freedoms she did have in moving toward her goal of self-actualization. I did learn about the Satmar community from reading this book, but I was very bored with the first half (the childhood portion) of "Unorthodox." I understand that her childhood was very boring, but the reader should not be bored in reading about it. Perhaps much of this could have been omitted from her story. The other thing that strikes me about Feldman's childhood is that a boring and secure childhood is preferable to one filled with abuse, neglect, or uncertainty. Though her parents did not provide for her, her grandparents did. From Feldman's account it seems they did a fairly decent job of providing for her, which I'm not sure she realizes or appreciates. Perhaps these are the kinds of things she will appreciate later in life. So, given all the parallels between Feldman's life and my own, I was prepared to really enjoy this book. But I really didn't. Even though the book does get less boring when Feldman's struggles begin after her arranged marriage when she is still a teenager, she failed to make me care about her. Yes, of course I have empathy for her in a general way because she is a fellow human, but she didn't make me care about her in a specific way, because I don't feel I got to know her all that well, even after reading a whole book about her. I cared more about her education at Sarah Lawrence College than I did whether people thought she was glamorous or not. She herself seemed distracted from the learning when she wrote: "When the class starts, I can't hear anything the professor is saying because I keep looking down at my legs and smoothing the denim with my fingers." WHO CARES what she was wearing... I want to know what she was LEARNING. I also didn't want to see her take up the nasty habit of smoking by hearing how she pretended she'd been smoking all along, rather than show she was a novice at it. The last photo in the book may as well be a cigarette commercial. Doesn't she realize that smoking is no longer glamorous -- that in fact it has become passe? The emphasis on clothing and other superficial details seemed to be the "screen" she held between me as the reader and the substance of her story. Towards the end of the story, her husband, Eli, goes away for a week. Feldman tells herself that if she cannot make it on her own for a week, then she can't make it on her own permanently, but then she doesn't write about the outcome of that week... I would have rejoiced with her if at the end of the week she discovered that she can indeed make it on her own and use that feeling of accomplishment as an inspiration to make the final break. I didn't get that chance. Overall, I was disappointed with this book... I expected much more. Some people learn what's important in life as they mature. Other people live on a superficial level all their lives. Only time will tell which will be true of Feldman.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Anytime someone breaks away from a religion there seems to be people who are still within that religion who will throw stones at the person who broke away. This was a memoir on the auhor's experience within the Hisidic religion. I found her story moving, informative, engrossing & memorable. Highly recommended.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I just finished reading this book and thought it was very interesting and informative. It was very fascinating to step inside this Hasidic neighborhood and read about the different traditions and customs of this culture. I know the author has taken some flack for writing this but I honestly didn't come away from it with anything more than it being her experiences and her own thoughts and feelings. She articulates her view very well.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Growing up as a hispanic on the lower east side, Manhattan, New York City, I always wonder about the Jewish community. This book was so interesting didnt want it to end.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I really enjoyed this book. Deborah is a brilliant, and I admire her ability to overcome such odds to bring her to where she is today. Learning about this culture was eye opening and i must admit it made me really angry. Once again men made up these so called ways of God, to keep complete control over women. This is a great book, and I hope to read more books of hers in the future.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    An interesting follow-up to the "Dovekeepers" for me.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I found your book about your life so real, human and interesting. Good luck with everything and enjoy life to the fullest.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I couldn't put this book down. I find the topic of Hassidism very interesting. I spend summers in the New York Catskill region which is dotted with summer camps for Hassidic children and families. Unfortunately, Deborah Feldman never told us how she was able to take her son when she left the Hassidic community. If a woman leaves the "faith" she is never allowed to take her child (let alone a boy child) with her.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Rough beginning but she hones her craft well. I disliked but understood the emotional distance of the narrator. I did hear a more petulant, spoiled tone once she moved to Airmont that should have been edited to reveal a greater sincerity and empathy on her part. Nonetheless, lovely lyrical language in the second half.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I found this book to be amazing. Her story was moving, and a heartfelt perspective of a rather private world. Regardless of the negative comments left by others who have read this book, this was her story, and it's her life. This is her American dream, and all the hateful comments in the world can't take that away from her.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I was very surprised and shocked to learn about this closed community. I could relate being from Brooklyn ,but at such an age of the author to break free was impressive.. I look forward to more from this young woman.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Could not stop reading!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    A must read! Deborah is so brave!
    Citizenjoyce on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
    The Satmar Hasidic sect was started by a rabbi who escaped Hungary in WWII. He emigrated to America and started the ascetic sect the basic belief of which was that Jewish assimilation and Zionism was the cause of the holocaust. He believed that if Jews became the best Jews possible they would not be persecuted again. Another basic tenet was that Jews had to reproduce as many children as possible to compensate for the Jews lost in the war. Women were for reproduction; education was to be limited in females because their sole duty was the care of the house and the bearing of children. English was a sign of assimilation so only Yiddish was to be spoken, No pop culture: music, clothing or books, was allowed. Women were not just to cover their hair when they married but to shave it all off - just to prove their devotion to the sect. There was no fraternizing between males and females, marriages were arranged by the parents with the aid of a matchmaker. And to top all these restrictions, Feldman was raised by her uber-strict grandparents because she was the product of a mentally disabled father and a mother who deserted her. Her aunts, in fact the whole community took every opportunity to criticize her every action (as an expression of love) to help her overcome her indecent parentage. Deborah Feldman has a rebellious, contrary sort of personality. She is absolutely the wrong sort of person to be stuck in a strict Hasidic community. In Jean Sasson's book American Chick in Saudi Arabia she talks of women who find comfort and protection in the misogyny of their religion. I've talked to Mormon women who are secure and content with the fact that their religion doesn't extend the priesthood to women and insists that the man is the head of the house. There are people who love to square dance or write sonnets because they find joy in being able to express themselves through the constraints of their chosen system. Feldman in not one of these people. She chafed at every opportunity that was denied her. She always thought herself special and different. She secretly read books she wasn't supposed to read. When she married, after talking to her intended for 30 minutes, she hoped her husband was a free soul like herself and that they could establish a life of freedom together. But, how many black sheep can there be in a community? This book is the interesting story of her community and the way she extricated herself from it. Not everyone will find her likable, but she is herself and speaks for people fighting against the same misogyny and superstition that she did.
    stingzgrrl More than 1 year ago
    I grew up in Worcester, MA, which has a large Lubavitch population. I'm Jewish, and went to Yeshiva from pre school through 8th grade, when I decided that I wanted to go to public high school. My Yeshiva had a split day Judaic/Secular studies curriculum, but frankly, the secular studies wasn't really that challenging. It was difficult, sure, but for the most part, nothing special or out of the ordinary. There's so much in this book that I can relate to that I don't even know where to start. I'm Jewish, but wasn't Jewish "enough" for my friends (or at least, their families). We practiced at home, but in a way that was convenient for us. My friends could come over after school or on weekends, but they could never eat the food my mom cooked - even though we kept kosher. The only snacks they could have would be things like fruit snacks, fresh fruits/veggies or potato chips - things that are already declared okay to eat or are naturally okay to eat. Nothing prepared from scratch. We didn't go to shul, but when I would go to a friend's house and we did, I felt like a fish out of water. I had a pretty good idea of what I was supposed to be doing, but never felt like I was doing it the right way. My parents didn't speak or read Hebrew beyond a basic level, so I needed to get help with my Hebrew homework every night. A couple of teachers held this against me and determined I was cheating, despite the fact that my friend's father was the Hebrew principal and he knew that his daughter was just helping we work it out and that I got to the correct answer by myself. These days, I live in an apartment with my non-Jewish (Christian!) boyfriend. I have 4 tattoos. I don't keep shabbos or fast on yom kippur. The last time I went to shul was for my brother's bar mitzvah, 4 years ago. I can't remember the last time I wore a skirt that covered my knees. I celebrate Pesach and Chanukah and make honey cake on Rosh Hashanah. I wish customers and suppliers a good shaboos and good yom tov when it comes up. I'm thinking about taking a class in conversational Hebrew or Yiddish, but more because i think it would be awesome. This book was amazing. I read it in 2 days and literally couldn't put it down.I tell my story above because you can see how much of Deborah's story that I can relate to. I know the people that she knows. I've had those feelings that she has. I didn't leave my community or my roots because I was never really involved in it; instead, I've found a way to make it my own, which I think is better than faking it for the sake of keeping up appearances. At the same time, this gave me so much insight into my own culture about things I didn't even know about. I always wondered how matchmaking works - now I have a better idea. I just... wow. I've always wondered if all of the people I know are happy and satisfied with where they're at and what they're doing. After reading Deborah's story, I realize that they might not be, but maybe they don't know any other way and maybe they're too scared to make their own. I think what's even crazier about Deborah's story is that she's my age. This could have been me, if I had wanted it. Some of my childhood friends are living similar lives as she was. After reading this, I'm just so proud of Deborah, for doing whatever she needed to do to be able to get what she wanted out of this life. The only downside of this book is that I was it was longer.. I want to know what happens afterwards!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Great read!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Quite enjoyable quick and eady and funny to read.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I wish there was alittle bit more info about what happened after she got divorced. Maybe that will be in the next book. I thought she did a good job explaining her culture and religion. I would want to see how her family treated her after the divorce