I am, to put it mildly, a big fan of Joseph Epstein. In fact, in my considered, if not especially informed – and certainly not weighty – opinion, he is the greatest living American writer. Include the dead ones and he still ranks very, very high.
Epstein is primarily known as a premier essayist, and I first came across his work in short pieces he wrote for the "Wall Street Journal," "Commentary" and the old "Weekly Standard." Once you’ve read a few of those, you will immediately want to read any piece bearing his byline, giving it priority over anything else on the page or in the publication. His incisiveness, wit and wisdom will leave you looking for more.
So, having learned that Mr. Epstein also did short stores, when I needed a break from an important but tedious history I was reading, his collection "Frozen in Time" was a natural choice. I loved it and quickly acquired a copy of "The Love Song of A. Jerome Minkoff," warning myself as I did not to let fiction unduly divert me my “golden years” objective of reducing, to some degree, my impressive ignorance on a wide variety of important subjects. Like the collection I had read earlier, the stories in "Minkoff "were immediately engrossing, highly entertaining and, not infrequently, very touching.
It’s a measure of how good a writer Mr. Epstein is, of the high expectations created once one gets a taste of him, that I was initially somewhat disappointed with "Fabulous Small Jews." Why, there were actually some stories in this collection that I didn’t love! There was even one that I didn’t quite understand (“The Master’s Ring”). What’s with that, Epstein? Aren’t you aware that I’ve praised you to the skies for your accessibility?
I should have delayed that rather spoiled reaction until I finished the book, the last stories of which are particularly strong. If more than a third of the stories in a collection are memorable and most of the rest are merely good; if one has been made to laugh out loud several times while reading the stories, and once or twice when recalling something from them hours later; if one hasn’t fallen asleep even once when reading until two in the morning or later, isn’t that enough?
The characters Epstein writes about in "Fabulous Small Jews" are mostly older or elderly men living without women because they are divorced, widowed or never married. They deal with regret, loneliness, aging, and the encroaching specter of mortality without self-pity, but rather with dignity and not a little humor. Nor have these characters given up on life, but remain sufficiently open to other people and happenstance events to allow for the possibility of new relationships and renewed meaning. Thus, there is a strong life-affirming air to many of these stories, but they are not pollyannaish; in one case, Epstein delivers a twist ending showing that people of any age who are bitter and purposefully isolated are likely to remain that way.