With ethnic literature I often sense that I am missing so much compared to a reader from within that particular tradition. That may be the case with Stempenyu: A Jewish Romance, but as a moral fable, the story is above ethnicity. A mystical musician bewitches a married woman, the ghost of a childhood friend appears at a critical moment, she opts for marital fidelity and renews her love for her husband.
Ghosts, moral tales and mystical fiddlers: there is undoubtedly a market for charming fables, but I am not part of it. The most enjoyment I got from the tale was Stempenyu’s wife Freidel: a memorable and vivid character.