I am writing about your review of Rodger Kamenetz's Burnt Books, a review which depressed me very much, and believe me I was depressed to begin with, even before I died 200 years ago--though since dying I am no longer so manic as I used to be. Also I've learned English.
Before you stop reading let me say quickly that this is not the letter of a crazy person. You will be happy to know that death has rendered me completely sane. I am no longer Chasidic--which is a form of madness all its own; I now go to a Conservadox shul, which is very easy in olam habah (the afterlife) since nobody drives anyway. Also you cannot die of boredom because, thank God, you are already dead.
Briefly, I want to congratulate you on your review in Commentary. For Burnt Books is a dangerous book that deserves destruction! And you did an admirable job.
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