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In his last blogs, Charles London talked about a collected Jewish museum and the Abayudaya Jews of Uganda.

The ancient Israelites and I have something in common. When we travel, we tend to under pack the essentials—food, water, leavened bread—and to over pack books. They had the Torah, which I imagine was totally impractical in the desert. I have a library card from the New York Public Library, my own kind of Mt. Sinai, and before I travel, I stop by and try to choose books to take. As I often travel alone, I take the choice of my companions very seriously.

jewish author blogDuring research for my first book, I headed to war zones and refugee camps to work with children, and needed reading that would inspire, uplift, inform, and occasionally, distract. I went with Virgil’s Aeneid and Christopher Logue’s War Music. I brought along Nelson DeMille for when I needed to escape, and there was always a book on the region where I was heading — Bridge on the Drina by Ivo Andric for Bosnia, Adam Hochschild’s stunning King Leopold’s Ghost when I found myself in the Congo.

I took Rudyard Kipling’s Kim to Burma, where I would be talking to plenty of orphans and street urchins, but I brought along the first in the Hannibal Lecter series, Red Dragon, and a heavy book about the military junta, Living Silence.

I had my classics, my irrelevant thrillers, my informative nonfiction. It was all pretty clear and I always packed more books than I could ever read while I was working. I rarely travel for pleasure.

But then I set out on a year-long journey to far-flung and unlikely corners of the Jewish Diaspora. I didn’t know what to bring. DeMille felt too profane. Kipling felt irrelevant. Jewish Pirates of the Caribbean was checked out.


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Monday morning services at the largest synagogue in Tehran. Photo by Charles London

I couldn’t bring anything too political, either, ruling out so much. Burmese immigration agents might go through my bags; the Iranians and the Cubans certainly would. One doesn’t realize the limits on free speech in the world until one starts to choose books for a long journey. I had no desire to go to prison for a stray copy of Exodus or Portnoy’s Complaint.

Posted on August 14, 2009
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