As a Jew, Ben was never more than sporadically observant,

and in the course of our marriage my view, as

a gentile observer, of the annual transit of Jewish holidays

across their queer lunar calendar, with all their Byzantine statutes

and elusive significance, had come to resemble my view, as

a baseball fan, of the great test matches of cricket.

But I had always had a soft spot for Passover.

I got a strong feeling of satisfaction from sitting down

to eat a mad meal of parsley, bones, hard-boiled eggs,

crackers, and salt water with a bunch of Persian Jews.


Paraphrases from the novel Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon.