I'm a big admirer of Sara Yoheved Rigler, but I found this raved-about book disappointing on a few levels. First, it became repetitive, as a few of the anecdotes about the Kramers (both Chaya Sara as well as her husband, Rabbi Yaakov Moshe) were mentioned more than once. Also, as is common in books written about "gedolim," or people who were spiritually very great, some of the stories sound far-fetched. Just one example of several here: when an odd-looking couple showed up at the Kramers' door right before Pesach, announced they were staying with them, began cooking in their kosher-for-Pesach kitchen, and even told the Kramers that THEY would eat outside, and the visitors would eat in the house. The Kramers tolerated this situation. But that's not "giving" to those in need; that's giving in to insanity. How is that a mitzvah?
Both Kramers were extraordinary people, selfless on a superhuman level, both almost eerily attuned to God's "frequency." Rigler creatively writes "sign posts" throughout the story, showing how and in what way Chaya Sara had been presented with a choice, and (of course) made the right choice in her life of giving and of faith. This is one of the biggest strength's of the book, in the way that Rigler illustrates how more average people can also make choices that will lead us more toward spiritual growth, less toward ego gratification. It is also helpful that she acknowledges how far she falls below the ability of the Kramers in various situations, knowing the average reader would also fall short, too.
The Kramers, both Holocaust survivors, devoted their lives to service of others. Rabbi Kramer, a Satmar Hasid, did "rescue" work, helping to attain Jewish education in particular for Sephardic Jews whom the Israeli government shamefully separated from their religious roots by placing them in secular schools and communities. Throughout the book, Rabbi Kramer is seen as taking out money, sometimes fistfuls of money, to help the needy Jew, no questions asked. Only one fleeting reference attributes his ability to do so to fundraising from the Satmar organization.
However, I was bothered by his inability or refusal to house his own wife in anything other than what the author herself calls a "hovel," with a concrete floor, a leaky corrugated tin roof, barely a stick of furniture. She didn't even have basic candlesticks, but stuck candles in sand. In one scene, Chaya Sara asks her husband why they can't have curtains, and he dismisses the question with, "Why do we need such things?" His wife is silenced. Yet later on, Rigler takes great pains to show the extent to which Rabbi Kramer goes and shops for things such as a new jacket, new pens, and other things for some of the hundreds of young students he is helping to support in Jewish schools. Why? Because he understood that you need to satisfy a person's emotional and physical needs. It bothered me that his own level of asceticism was one he insisted on imposing on his wife. All she wanted was to live in something a bit better than a Third world hovel, and the Torah I have learned would argue against this Krameresque level of impoverishment, not to mention the concept of beautifying the act of a mitzvah, which surely would argue for the Rabbi to have found some shekels in his pocket for at least an inexpensive pair of candlesticks for his selfless wife.
Similarly, while he always had money to help pay for others' weddings, tuition, food, medicine, he did zero planning for his wife's maintenance after his demise. For the better part of the 15 years she lived beyond him, Chaya Sara was reduced to asking for money for herself. Of course, she never complained, and only saw the good. I still think, though, that charity begins at home, and that despite the hundreds of references in the book to the rabbi being a "tzadik," a righteous man, this elemental failure is a strike against the "tzadik" status.
Still, this couple did incredible work, taking care of severely handicapped children and adults in their tiny home, offering guidance and hope to those in need of both, providing life-saving Jewish education to hundreds of Jews who would otherwise have been lost to Judaism. Most "average" readers cannot begin to fathom their level of self-sacrifice or piety. It is truly hard to believe such people were capable of so much.