Long Island Compromise: A sensational new novel by the international bestselling author of Fleishman Is in Trouble

In the first pew, Beamer and Jenny couldn’t move. They had watched all this, as the understanding of what had really gone wrong in their lives revealed itself to them, which was that the tide pool you’re born into is only manageable if someone gives you swimming lessons. Or, put more simply, in order to be a normal person, you had to at least see n

“You are entering into a tradition of manhood, or personhood, in this troubled world,” Hershey said. “You are taking a full responsibility for the Torah and its laws, and you are responsible not just for perpetuating Judaism but for making sure that there are still Jews in the world. On this day, we ask of you that you build a Jewish home, that you

But the people who rise to success on their own never stop feeling the fear at the door, and the people lucky enough to be born into comfort and safety never become fully realized people in the first place. And who is to say which is better? No matter which way it is for you, it is a system that fucks you in the ass over and over, in perpetuity, an

you could do what Jenny did, which was fight. You could fight against the whole diaphanous premise that they based their greed and clannishness upon: that whatever they had to do for money was justified because once, a long, long time ago, Jews trusting the world and playing by the rules didn’t go so well. But this didn’t stand up to Jenny’s questi

She’d shown impressive aptitudes in several areas and was considered gifted before that word meant privileged and merely bright.

“First they came for my yoga symbology,” Jenny said. “But I was fairly inflexible and so I said nothing.”

When we were young. And we made this franchise for people like us. And this is what there was. But, I guess, who did we become? Now that I have some money. Now that I have some skills. What is the thing I want to say to the world? What would I make for the people so that they might understand me? Understand who I am? Catharsis, drama, something new

There are few things more validating than to see someone who is like you and love them instead of hate them. That was a surprising thing about fatherhood that Nathan had not anticipated.

He was let loose back into the world. He was trusted to go to work. It was asked of him to be normal. To be a father. To be a husband. But he couldn’t get better. He just couldn’t. He began to see all of time as happening simultaneously, or close to it. He began to see that he could be at work, or at Nathan’s baseball game, but he could also be loc