She replied, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Those Herman Goerring impressions get ’em every time.
There’s something particularly satisfying about World War II movies.
It’s good vs. evil, with the bad guys wearing the cool uniforms.
She replied, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Those Herman Goerring impressions get ’em every time.
There’s something particularly satisfying about World War II movies.
It’s good vs. evil, with the bad guys wearing the cool uniforms.
The best guide to movies is the imdb.com rating.
Check out their top 250.
I looked over the top 100 Sunday and rented The Lives of Others and Downfall.
Both are superb German films.
A Londoner writes about Lives:
The former East Germany, a relatively small country of 16 million people, was controlled by the most sophisticated, cunning, and thorough secret police the world has ever seen, the East German Ministerium für Staatsicherheit, or "Stasi." The Stasi had about 90,000 employees — a staggering number for such a small population — but even more importantly, recruited a network of hundreds of thousands of "unofficial employees," who submitted secret reports on their co-workers, bosses, friends, neighbors, and even family members. Some did so voluntarily, but many were bribed or blackmailed into collaboration.
Das Leben der Anderen, ("The Life of Others") German director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck’s debut, builds this painful legacy into a fascinating, moving film. In its moral seriousness, artistic refinement, and depth, Das Leben der Anderen simply towers over other recent German movies, and urgently deserves a wide international release. The fulcrum of the movie (but probably not its most important character) is Georg Dreyman, an up-and-coming East German playwright in his late 30s. Played by the square-jawed Sebastian Koch, Dreyman is an (apparently) convinced socialist who’s made his peace with the regime. His plays are either ideologically neutral or acceptable, and he’s even received State honors.
Although he is a collaborator, he is also a Mensch. He uses his ideological "cleanliness" to intervene on behalf of dissidents such as his journalist friend Paul Hauser (Hans-Uwe Bauer). These unfortunates must contend with every humiliation a totalitarian state can invent: their apartments are bugged, friends and family are recruited to inform on them, and chances to publish or perform can be extinguished by one stray comment from a Central Committee member. The most recalcitrant can be kicked out of the country and stripped of their citizenship, like the singer songwriter Wolf Biermann.
Dreyman lives in a shabby-genteel, book-filled apartment with his girlfriend Christa-Maria Sieland (Martina Gedeck), a renowned actress who often appears in his plays. At the beginning of the movie, Dreyman himself comes under the regime’s suspicion, for reasons that become clear only later. The fearful machinery of the Stasi rumbles to life: his movements are recorded, and his apartment bugged. The Stasi had bugging down to a science: a team of meticulously-trained agents swoop into your apartment when you’re not there, install miniscule, undetectable listening devices in every single room — including the bathroom — and vanish in less than an hour, leaving no trace. Agents set up an secret electronic command post nearby, keeping a written record of every joke, argument, or lovemaking session.
The "operative process" against Dreyman is overseen by Stasi captain Gerd Wiesler, played by Ulrich Mühe, an actor from the former East who was himself once in the Stasi’s cross-hairs. Captain Wiesler starts the film as a colorless, icy, tight-lipped professional who shows no mercy in fighting the "enemies of socialism": if he needs to interrogate a suspect for 10 hours without sleep to get a confession, he will do so — and then place the seat-cover the suspect sat on in a vacuum jar in case the miscreant should later need to be tracked by bloodhounds. At night, Captain Wiesler returns to his tiny apartment in an grubby, anonymous high-rise. He settles himself among his inexpressibly drab furniture, eats a meal squeezed out of a plastic tube while watching reports about agricultural production, and then goes to bed alone.
As Captain Wiesler listens to Dreyman and his girlfriend he begins to like them, or perhaps envy the richness and depth of their lives in comparison with his own. Perhaps he also begins to wonder why a stranger should have the right to become privy to Dreyman’s most intimate secrets: his occasional impotence, his girlfriend’s infidelities, his artistic crises. At the same time, though, Wiesler is under pressure: a Central Committee official has made it clear to Wiesler and his toadying supervisor Lieutenant Colonel Grubitz (Ulrich Tukur), that Dreyman has to go down.
I won’t discuss more plot details, as there are unexpected twists. Each of the main characters is drawn deeper into the conflict between Dreyman and the State, and each is torqued by loyalty conflicts that intensify as the pressure increases. The cast is outstanding. Sebastian Koch finds the right combination of poetic detachment and watchful sophistication for Dreyman. Martina Gedeck, as his girlfriend, has the most challenging role, since she’s buffeted from all sides: by her suspicious partner, by Stasi agents trying to turn her, and by a lecherous Culture Minister. Ulrich Mühe plays the Stasi agent’s transformation with reserve, only hinting at the stages in his character’s secret, but decisive, change of heart.
Director von Donnersmarck, a blue-blooded West German, has re-created the gray, drained look of the former East, and the nature of Stasi intimidation, with a fidelity that has earned the praise of East Germans. His pacing is relaxed, but doesn’t drag; although there are a few longueurs, most scenes unfold at just the right pace, and there are several great set-pieces. One is a bone-rattling episode in the Stasi canteen in which a young recruit is caught telling a joke about East German premier Erich Honecker. Another is the penultimate scene, a masterstroke in which Dreyman gains access to his massive Stasi file, while reading it, suddenly understands episodes of his own life which had never made sense to him before. The ending is perfectly judged; bittersweet and moving without swelling strings or teary confessions.
Marcin writes about Downfall:
Der Untergang is not a movie, as some people would probably expect, that shows the leaders of the Third Reich as real monsters. It is a psychological attempt at creating a slightly different image of Hitler and his closest "companions" than has been preferred by many so far. The "monsters" appear to have human feelings. They, however, have mostly dark rather than black souls. The whole movie is truthful to history since it is highly based on the notions of Hitler’s secretary, Traudl Humps – Junge. To my surprise, she herself appears at the end of the movie, old, tired of her sad memories from the 1940s. Her words "One could look for the truth even if we did not know the scale of human tragedy" prove that she was not one of the blind Nazi propaganda followers but someone who believed that everyone is a child of God and it is not right to kill. The strange destiny of hers led her to Hitler somehow unconsciously.
The thing that seemed the most significant for me is the effect that the movie has on a viewer. All of the scenes take place in Berlin bunker, in very small rooms where the leaders of the Third Reich are hiding. Hitler, though cruel, deadly furious, and far from consciousness (for long he still believes in victory), is also able to show human feelings, especially to women. Eva Braun, escaping from the cruel facts of her lover’s (later husband’s) downfall, wants to be cheerful and entertain. One of the most memorable scenes was the one where Eva wants to have a party and dance although Berlin is full of bombarding. This is a sort of escape from the reality, a feeling that every human has in despair. Others, including Magda Goebbels and her husband are sheer fanatics. I will never forget the moment when Mrs Goebbels kills her children, calm, not showing any feelings at all. With reference to Speer’s words, she does not even hesitate to deprive her children of future. One of the few people who retained reason is Traudl and Prof. Ernst Guenter Schenck.
The cast are really great. These are mostly German stars, some not very famous, but they perform wonderfully. Bruno Ganz portrays Hitler really well. From fury and devil’s cruelty to politeness and calmness. However, never accepting compassion! A young, beautiful rising star, Alexandra Maria Lara, feels her role of Traudl. Sometimes, she feels empathy with Hitler, but in other moments she is shocked by his furious behavior. Corinna Harfouch as Magda Goebbels is great in this role. She seems to have calm nerves for most of the time, even while killing her children, but when Hitler plans to kill himself, she kneels down before him, panics begging him, in sheer mad fanaticism, not to leave his people. Great acting
Finally, the most unforgettable performance, in my opinion, is Juliane Kohler’s Eva Braun. I loved all the scenes she appeared in. For most of the time a viewer can distinguish two sorts of personalities in her: on the one hand, someone who wants to be happy and live a cheerful life, and, on the other hand, someone who does whatever the fuhrer says, no matter if it destroys her personal happiness. Consider the scene when she begs Hitler for the life of Hermann Fegelein (Thomas Kretschmann), her sister’s husband, to spare. She feels compassion, says that her sister is pregnant… but when Hitler is not able to feel empathy, she wipes off the tears of her face and calmly says "You are the fuhrer!" I saw the film for the second time partly for the sake of Juliane and her performance.
There is one more topic which I have to mention in this review, though long. Some people in Poland said that Oliver Hirschbiegel, the director of the movie, raised nationalism in Germany through this movie. Isn’t it silly? It would mean that people would go to the cinema and the film would teach them nationalism or other sick and corrupted ideologies. The film clearly conveys one message "Hitler was evil, he killed many innocent people including millions of Jews, but he was not a devil. He was only a tool in his/her hands and a "god" for blind Nazi fanatics! What is more, there are always good and bad Germans like there are good and bad people in every nation on earth!" Even the title says clearly, it was the DOWNFALL of the Third Reich! If someone is a racist or Nazi, the film does not change anything. The corruption comes out of one’s heart!
THE DOWNFALL is a must to see. It is a film that will be surely regarded as one of the most ambitious films ever made. The content is very hard to present, but Mr Hirschbiegel together with Bernd Eichinger (by the way, he produced a wonderful movie in 1986 The Name of the Rose) managed to do it perfectly. I give this film 10/10 with no hesitation!
guest27: Hey Luke, I saw your video on why you converted to Judaism and chose Orthodoxy. I converted to non-Orthodox Judaism myself but I am seriously considering an Orthodox conversion because it also seems like the most authentic branch to me.
guest27: How long did it take you to convert?
YourMoralLeader: two years
YourMoralLeader: you should
guest27: that would not be considered such a long time in Holland where I live
guest27: It’s really hard here ( even for Orthodox standards) because there are hardly any Jews here anymore
guest27: I’m actually strugling because I’m studying Hebrew now (University of Amsterdam) and I am trying to make up my mind wether I should become Orthodox or become a non-Orthodox rabbi which also seems interesting.
YourMoralLeader: better to be a flea on a lion than the leader of mice!
guest27: hahaha supose thats true
guest27: but it would mean I would have to go trough the whole process again and that seems realy discouraging
YourMoralLeader: yeah, why not move to israel?
guest27: I’ve been thinking about it and it’s probably a good idea just a realy big step, leaving everything behind.
guest27: But like Dennis Prager and Joseph Telushkin say ‘Just like a Norwegian can live the most authentic Norwegian life in Norway a Jew can live the most authentic Jewish life in Israel.’
BlackHatBennie: Do you own a black hat?
YourMoralLeader: how old are you 27? how much do you love holland?
YourMoralLeader: no
BlackHatBennie: It would be a good look for you. A nice modern orthodox black hat
YourMoralLeader: Thank you, maybe I will
BlackHatBennie: And dark sun glasses.
BlackHatBennie: Like the Blues Brothers.
BlackHatBennie: YML has had NUMEROUS opportunities to make the necessary sacrifice for his team, but has declined.
BlackHatBennie: Instead, he hordes his semen to himself, content to see it wash down the drain of life, when it might otherwise be used to inseminate Jewish women to make Jewish babies.
BlackHatBennie: Luke, why do you hate Jewish babies so that you bend over backwards to prevent their conception?
guest27: that is pretty low dude
BlackHatBennie: G27, I am Luke’s conscience
BlackHatBennie: I write what he thinks, or what he will be thinking
Chaim: I thaught that was the Torah?
BlackHatBennie: There are many rooms in Luke’s house, if not his hovel
BlackHatBennie: There is one room for Torah, another for Christian music, one for his weird non-Jewish diet, one for Jewesses (sees little action), one for gentiles, one for porn, one for bloggers, one for writers.
BlackHatBennie: I oversee all of them.
BlackHatBennie: In my black hat.
YourMoralLeader: lifelong vegie
guest30: that is why you do not have the strength to have the american gangster sex
guest30: you must start eating meat to have the energy for hoisting the women
BlackHatBennie: Norman Mailer: ate meat, married 8 times, had lots of kids, successful writer. Luke Ford: blogger and no to all the rest
BlackHatBennie: Wouldn’t it be something if Luke led his entire flock to make aliyah to Israel?
BlackHatBennie: They could move to the Negev
BlackHatBennie: And establish a compound
I was just talking to someone looking for a Modern Orthodox Jewish community that wasn’t too materialistic.
As long as I’ve been Jewish — 15 years — I’ve been poor. I’ve never been treated badly because of it. On the contrary, on countless occasions, Jews (and goys) have helped me out.
I’ve had countless occasions to bemoan my poverty. Some years I haven’t been able to afford a lulav and etrog so I’ve had to borrow one at shul. It sucks not being able to go out with your friends, but I’ve never found "materialism" a problem in Jewish or goyish life.
I’ve always driven a horrible car and I’ve always had the opportunity to date a lot of women.
I’ve always lived in a hovel and I’ve always had the privilege of hosting women who made a lot more money than me.
For the past eight years, I’ve had one nice suit and I’ve worn it every Shabbos. Over the past year, it became increasingly threadbare. Nobody ever made fun of me because of it. The worst thing that happened was that during a nice conversation I had with a Persian guy during Friday night services, he told me about the suit store he worked at in downtown LA and how he could get more a good deal if I ever wanted to get a new suit.
So why do so many people bemoan "materialism" in Jewish (or goyish) life? I believe it is entirely for internal reasons. Some people feel bad because they are not as affluent as their peers and this gnaws at them. They want to advance higher up the social ladder. They want to avoid humiliation at all costs.
People who are at peace with their poverty don’t bemoan "materialism" and people who work hard to have nice stuff.
I meet a ton of guys who bemoan that women want to marry a rich guy.
I don’t think they should complain about this aspect of reality. They should just work on themselves.
Yes, women want to marry a man who will provide just like men want to marry an attractive woman who will provide sex.
That’s the way we’re made.
But if you are a great guy — even if you are poor and ugly — you can still date hot chix.
If you are poor, there’s no inherent reason you to have to feel bad about your poverty and to seek out a Jewish community that is not materialistic.
Almost every day for nine months in 2000-2001, I davened at Young Israel of Century City, the richest Orthodox shul in Los Angeles. I loved the place. Nobody made me feel bad about my poverty. It was never an issue. Everybody knew I was poor and everybody knew I went to daf yomi and they still tried to match me up with dates.
Non-Orthodox Jews often complain that Orthodox Jews try make them feel that their non-Orthodox Judaism is not authentic. But most of the time, this isn’t because of what the Orthodox say. This is nagging sense that many non-Orthodox Jews have when they confront Orthodox Judaism. If a non-Orthodox Jew feels secure in his religion, he won’t need Orthodox Jews to validate Reform Judaism as authentic.
I could walk around bemoaning my inferiorities. Instead I try to turn them into assets.
"Go on a date with Your Moral Leader because you never know where we might break down and what might happen."
Here’s a website with the lowdown on Jewish life in Crown Heights:
Lieb Skoblo, a Coordinator in Crown Heights Shmira was convicted of beating a black youth while yelling racial slurs at him.
The newyork Amsterdam News reported; “Reports that Lieb Skoblo, a Jewish youth residing in Brooklyn, New York City, has been found guilty of a racially motivated bias crime…”
Part of his conviction was that a judge banned him from participating in any type of volunteer patrol, yet he is still a member in shmira as well as in the Auxiliary police.
Sarah: "According to the whoisshmira blog, there are 2 rival factions (shmira and shomrin) in crown heights that provide vigilante patrols, but also hate each other and try to get people from the opposing vigilante group arrested."
May 23, 2008 — An Orthodox Jewish vigilante group, under fire in Brooklyn after one of its members attacked a black man, uses "Soviet-style tactics" and continues to operate "outside the boundaries of the law," critics said yesterday.
Shmira – which in Hebrew means "to protect" – has about 100 members who ride around Crown Heights in white and blue patrol cars that resemble NYPD vehicles.
The group, founded in 1968, has increasingly come under attack the last few weeks after one of its members, Yitzhak Shuchat, 25, allegedly attacked a 20-year-old black man with a stick on April 14.
Cops said Andrew Charles, the son of a police sergeant, was the victim of a bias attack.
Shuchat remains at large.
In a case some in the Jewish community claim was retaliation for the Charles assault, two black teens were busted yesterday for the brutal attack last Friday on Alon Sherman, 16.
Basean Parker, 14, was charged with assault and robbery for allegedly beating Sherman, then swiping his wallet, cellphone and bicycle. Cops said the attack was not a bias crime.
Namor Clarke, 16, was charged with robbery.
Investigators traced the stolen phone to Erickson Castillo, 29, who told cops he’d bought it from Parker.
Meanwhile, critics argue that Shmira is nothing but a gang.
In a recent interview with New York Jewish Week, Brooklyn DA Charles Hynes compared the group to the Bloods and Crips.
The blog "Who is Shmira" has put up postings from other Jews who claim the group uses "Soviet-style tactics."
"My father was jailed in Russia by people like [Shmira] . . . and I am not afraid of you, not now and not ever," read one message.
A police official who did not want to be identified said there were concerns that Shmira was "operating outside the boundaries of the law."
"Sometimes, they are helpful," the official said. "Most times, not."
I’m watching the movie American Gangster. The cop, played by Russell Crowe, is making love to his lawyer while carrying her around a kitchen (she’s facing him with her knees around his hips, you get the picture?). He puts her on a counter top and they push everything out of their way on to the floor.
I keep seeing this in movies and I fear that this is the vital component missing from my love life. I never carry a woman around a room while I’m making love to her (or at least I don’t think I would if our union were sanctified by God and state and this sort of activity was permitted to me). I never send the contents of a table or counter crashing to the floor so I can deposit some tasty damsel and have my way with her.
I just lack this kind of passion. I think it is a terrible thing to intentionally break things (bal tashchis) or just to make some huge unnecessary mess. I don’t think of kitchens and counters as erotic locales.
I’m a fuddy duddy.
Also, why in movies are people always interrupting sex to answer the phone? Does this happen in real life?
guest12: luke you can’t have that kind of american gangster sex in your hovel due to lack of space & your lack of counter space
guest12: also you are not muscular enough to carry the beavy of beauties on your hip
guest12: also i don’t think you want to work that hard…you are more passive in your love making
guest12: you are not an aggressive lover as a russell crowe but you also wouldn’t throw a phone at a hotel clerk
Shahar Ilan writes in Haaretz:
If anyone thought that religious Zionism should continue having anything to do with the Chief Rabbinate or the rabbinic courts, along came the ousting of Rabbi Haim Druckman from his position as head of the Conversion Authority to show religious Zionists their new place: beyond the pale. The religious establishment’s new masters, the ultra-Orthodox, do not care about the Zionist farmers who need rabbinic permission to sell their produce during the shmita (sabbatical) year, about the religious women whose husbands refuse to grant them a divorce, or about those few Russian immigrants who think it is so important to be Jewish that they are willing to meet the difficult conditions imposed by Rabbi Druckman. Their policy has become one of turning their backs on the people of Israel.
Religious Zionists will soon need to do some difficult soul-searching and answer some tough questions: Will they accept a situation in which the Chief Rabbinate views their rabbis as second-class? Will the religious Zionist community establish an alternative chief rabbinate, which would involve violating several laws passed to bolster the current rabbinate when it was under religious Zionist control? Will religious Zionism renew its historic alliance with secular Zionism? Will it set up an independent conversion system that will ignore the demands of the ultra-Orthodox and finally carry out a mass conversion of immigrants from the former Soviet Union?
Secular Israelis also have to do some soul-searching, but of a completely different sort. The ousting of Rabbi Druckman, along with the Rabbinical Court of Appeals ruling invalidating the conversions he conducted, clearly show that it is impossible to leave the keys to the Jewish people in the hands of the aloof ultra-Orthodox any longer. For 18 years, the national challenge of conversion has been placed in the hands of the Chief Rabbinate and the rabbinic courts, and they have failed utterly. Instead of finding every way to make it easier, to bring people closer, to encourage, they scattered obstacles and fences, they dug ditches. When Rabbi Druckman tried to make it a little bit easier, they waged a campaign of delegitimization that ended in his removal.
The conclusion is clear: Judaism is too serious a matter to be left in the Chief Rabbinate’s hands. We must divest the rabbinate of the task of integrating immigrants with no religion into the Jewish people.
Who is Shahar Ilan? "Shahar Ilan has written extensively for Haaretz on the ultra-Orthodox community and on issues of religion and state. Ilan, who edits the daily features section of the paper, joined Haaretz in 1991. In a series of investigative articles in 1998, he revealed the large sums of state funding that were being channeled to yeshiva students who do not work, as well as the monies being funneled from various government ministries to Haredi educational networks. The series formed the basis for a book. Before moving to Haaretz, Ilan wrote for the paper’s Jerusalem weekly Kol Hair, later serving as editor."
Its Memorial day weekend.
Since Friday afternoon across America
road blocks have been going up, grills
fired up and of course the American way
of celebrating/vacationing has been put
into play…Binge drinking !
Being an American I am very familiar
with the drinking to have fun concept.
Being a chabadnik, I am very familiar
with the getting shit faced concept.
And having Irish blood run through my
veins…well enough said. Any occasion
to hit the bottle is a good occasion to
me. I have no freaking idea what Memorial
day is about or for, but the booze is flowing
and I’m celebrating.
I did what every American does on a Holiday
weekend. I mowed my yard, fired up my grill,
blared chasidish nigunim out of my house,
and drank like a starving fish.
I needed a break from celebrating what ever
it is this day is about, so I went online
to check my emails and my favorite pointless
blogs, and I found myself in Luke Ford’s chat room.
His name is really Levi but that’s besides the point.
A six pack of Heineken a six pack of corona and
a half a liter of tequila down and more than
that waiting to go down and somehow I’m on the
phone with my moral leader, Luke Ford.
We had a great conversation about…
I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT !
When I woke up this morning, in someone Else’s
bed, in a horrible looking outfit, I stumbled
downstairs and tripped over half a dozen Wal-mart
bags full of misc bull shit that I don’t need but
thought I did when tequila and Wal-mart collided
yesterday. I made it to the bathroom and put some
neosporin on the cuts I got when I smashed out
a window to run from the cops. And I wondered.
Did I really talk to Luke Ford yesterday or am
I imagining this ? I poured a double shot of
tequila over ice, hey its to early to drink it
straight from the bottle, and I checked my call
log. Yes I talked to Luke Ford yesterday.
Luke was right there in the middle of my
celebration, my party, my drunken binge.
I wonder if he knows. Hell I wonder what
we talked about. Maybe Ill get stupid drunk
today and call him and ask him…
Na, not maybe. FOR SURE ! I just don’t know
if I’ll remember to call Levi.
Happy Memorial day ! Lets celebrate a reason
to celebrate !
Check out Luke Ford’s blog https://lukeford.net/blog/
Or join in the fun in his chat room http://yourmoralleader.camstreams.com/
You might find me there today, WAISTED !
Think Rabbi Yaakov Menken aka Kenny the Shark.
That type.
We’ve got one or two rabbis like this in Pico/Robertson.
They’re in positions of power.
I wouldn’t want to rock the boat.
I’m not the type who likes to name names.
Their modus operandi: It’s good to work in kiruv (outreach) or to teach in a high school or as head of a Beit Din with power over conversions, marriages, divorces, etc.
Have lots of access to women.
Have lots of access to depressed vulnerable women.
Separate the victim from their support systems. Tell the victim it is for the sake of their Jewish growth. HaShem wants them to move on from the family and friends that are holding them back.
Offer the victim counseling.
Tell the victim you are their best friend.
Let the victim know how much power they have over you.
Make the victim feel helpless without your help.
Let the victim learn that they won’t get what they want — a conversion or divorce or job — without satisfying you.
Get the victim alone with you.
Fill their head with your words while you occupy their territories.
Tell the victim that this is what G-d wants.
it is preparing her for a rich and fulfilling marriage.
Pound in the fact that in Orthodoxy we don’t talk about these things publicly — and never to the goyim.
Plook victim constantly while whining about the great sin of spilling seed.
Say a bracha.
Rinse and repeat.
The ties between Jewish and Italian gangsters are legendary. From Bugsy Siegel and Lucky Luciano to Michael Corleone and Hyman Roth to Tony Soprano and Hesh Rabkin, there is a longstanding tradition of respect—or at least interaction—between the two groups. But Judaism and the mafia have never been as intertwined as they are in the biography of Louis Ferrante. Ferrante was a hijacker in the Gambino crime family in the 1980s and 90s. The Queens native was arrested in 1994 and served eight and a half years in prison on charges of credit card fraud and armed robbery. While he was there, Ferrante made the most of his time. He began reading, writing, and searching for meaning in his life. Eventually, he found his way to Orthodox Judaism, and has been an all-out mensch ever since.
Ferrante recently wrote a memoir entitled Unlocked: A Journey from Prison to Proust. In the book, he tells the story of his life as a criminal and the transformation he experienced afterwards. His story is inspiring, in part because it is so unlikely. His voice sounds like a slightly more nasal version of Jackie Jr. from the Sopranos, but he speaks of Tolstoy and Shabbos in his thick Queens accent. A bona fide intellectual, he studied law, religion, and literature while in prison, but he could still tell you how to hijack a truck. Below, Ferrante talks to Gelf about his former criminal network, why he became a Jew, and why he preferred to write 19th century historical fiction. You can hear Ferrante and Christian-pop culture analyst Daniel Radosh speak at Gelf’s free Non-Motivational Speaker Series event on Thursday, May 29, in New York’s Lower East Side. (The following interview has been edited for clarity and Italian and Yiddish slang.)
Gelf Magazine: Back when you were a wiseguy, what did you do? What was your regular routine?
Louis Ferrante: You’re out for the hustle. Anything that comes your way, you’re ready to go. There’s a lot of different angles. You could loan shark, you could be involved in a gambling book or you could be involved in collecting money. But the thing that I was known for on the streets was hijacking. I knew people that were fences who could sell the stuff, so I would steal trucks.