Am I a Jewish artist?
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I don’t wake up (or go to sleep) thinking of myself as a Jewish artist. But should I? Hard to say. I spent the winter polishing up a new (debut) novel for young readers called The Beat on Ruby’s Street. Set in Greenwich Village in 1958, the novel is focused on eleven-year-old Ruby Tabeata, who is growing up in the midst of Beat Generation artists and poets and wants to be a poet herself. On her way to a reading by the poet Jack Kerouac, Ruby is waylaid by a blood orange, accused of stealing it and hauled off to the police station. Continue Reading








