Lazarus ZapruderSeven: Grandchildren of the RevolutionThe world that our great-grandparents were born into: an archipelago of tiny shtetls, strewn across the sub-taiga, hunkered down in…Oct 10, 2022Oct 10, 2022
Lazarus ZapruderSix: The Image of the SixtiesGrowing up in a community where TV was banned, my illicitly purchased Walkman-radio constituting the sole dark window on the outside world…Oct 10, 2022Oct 10, 2022
Lazarus ZapruderFive: BooksThe late seventies; perhaps a Borders in New York, a Powell’s in Oregon, an Atlantic in New Jersey. A hand reaches for the uncut, brown…Oct 10, 2022Oct 10, 2022
Lazarus ZapruderFour: RadioThe puritan impulse is eternal; it reappears in all times and in all places. Every instance of its recurring expression, however, is by…Oct 10, 2022Oct 10, 2022
Lazarus ZapruderThree: The Gifts of GoogleSaturday, the early nineties, standing outside the synagogue on Northfield Avenue. The road busy with cars and pick-ups, revving…Oct 10, 2022Oct 10, 2022
Lazarus ZapruderTwo: The UngoogleableThe new age arrives on a Monday afternoon towards the end of 2006. Ironing my button-ups, half an ear tuned to Radio 4. Some sort of…Oct 10, 2022Oct 10, 2022
Lazarus ZapruderOne: First songs, first booksBetween the fall of the wall and the fall of the towers lies a decade that I have declared my own. I can be strangely patriotic — almost…Oct 10, 20221Oct 10, 20221
