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About the Author
Alan Kaufman, poet, editor, writer, and painter was born and raised in the Bronx, earning a BA at City College of New York. In 1977 he moved to Israel, where he served in the Israel Defense Forces. After studying fiction in the MFA program at Columbia University, he relocated to San Francisco, where he helped build the community of performance poets at Cafe Babar and participated in the 1993 San Francisco Poets Strike. In addition to his involvement with the Spoken Word community, Kaufman has also been a central figure in the Jewish countercultural movement, co-editing It’s the Jews! A Celebration of New Jewish Visions (1995, with Danny Shot) and editing the magazine Davka: Jewish Cultural Revolution. He is the author of the poetry collection Who Are We? (1998), the novel Matches (2005) and the memoirs Jew Boy (2000) and Drunken Angel (2013). His reviews appear widely in journals such as the San Francisco Chronicle, the Los Angeles Times, and the Partisan Review. Kaufman is also the editor of The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry (1999, co-edited with S.A. Griffin) and The Outlaw Bible of American Literature (2004, co-edited with Barney Rosset and Neil Ortenberg.
Reviews
“A man was asked if he was a survivor of the Holocaust. His answer: there were no survivors. This, for me, is one of the themes of this amazing book, along with the question: is love possible in a world where people commit horrendous acts of evil? The Berlin Woman is exquisitely written, sometimes funny, mostly terrible, always human. The narrator, Nathan Falk, is so damaged that he is literally trapped inside his psyche like a patient in a padded cell. In his delusional existence, he attributes the pathology of the perpetrators of the Holocaust to all human endeavor. It would be easier to deny the truth of this, if it weren’t happening again.”—Goodreads.com
“He’s not neat, he’s not careful… But there’s more passion here than you see in twenty other books combined.”—Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
“Kaufman’s unique voice, by turns manic and wretched, is always intoxicated with language… combines Kerouac’s wide-eyed discovery…and Henry Miller’s resolve to throw open the doors of private lives.” — James Sullivan, San Francisco Chronicle
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