Two minutes of silence. Tales of the unusual

His stories are not just stories told. These are letters from the past, where each character carries the shadow of a real person. Sometimes it’s an old man arguing with G‑d against the wall, sometimes it’s a woman hiding her soul in a matzah box. Schechter is not afraid to mix the sacred with the ridiculous. He can make a rabbi laugh and a clown pray. His style is a tightrope walk between mysticism and irony, between Yiddish folklore and modern ennui. He writes because otherwise he would disappear. His lyrics are a way to stay, even when everything around changes. He is the chronicler of those who have been forgotten and the voice of those who are afraid to speak. If Jacob Schechter were a book, this book would not need to be placed on a shelf, but should be carried with you like an amulet. And if anything in this book looked untrue, it would be too true to be real.