![]() ![]() ![]() Pages of the book were soaked with tears as we railed against Asher’s parents-how dare they try to keep him down!-and anyone else who didn’t understand him the way we bookish shiksas did. We longed to be like Asher Lev-consumed by art and the hunger to express the darkness within, disapproving elders and religious conventions be damned. Alexander Strain as Asher Lev (Photo: Matt Urban) While others pined for rock stars or sitcom cuties, I and a handful of like-minded geek-girls used to read Chaim Potok’s 1972 novel over and over and sigh over Asher Lev -the brilliant and tortured young artist who was exquisitely torn between his art and his stern parents and strict Hasidic upbringing. When I was a young girl, I burned for Asher Lev. ![]()
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