About the Author

David Slucki is an assistant professor in the Yaschik/Arnold Jewish Studies Program at the College of Charleston. He is the author of The International Jewish Labor Bund after 1945: Toward a Global History and co-editor of In the Shadows of Memory: The Holocaust and the Third Generation.

Reviews

Sing This at My Funeral is a compelling memoir, crafted with great artistry: an eloquent meditation on fathers and sons, the forces that shape them, and the impact of grief and trauma over the generations. Slucki acts as both subject and witness, intimate participant and historian, skillfully interweaving the past and the present, the personal and the political, and the old world with the new. This riveting quest for understanding is, above all, a profound act of familial love and humanity.--Arnold Zable "novelist, writer, and human rights advocate"

David Slucki's memoir of fathers and sons is simultaneously a still raw highly personal and unfiltered expression of grief at the untimely loss of a 'larger than life' father with whom he shared an unusually close bond, and a more capacious reflection on transgenerational Holocaust postmemory.--Atina Grossmann "Australian Historical Studies"

For a book with so much sadness at its center, Sing This at My Funeral is surprisingly wholesome. . . . even the most charmed life is not insulated from the ripples of trauma, and Slucki's memoir had me sobbing more than once. It deftly illustrates the difficulty of healing history's traumas and the challenge of maintaining that historical connection into the future. Sing This at My Funeral illustrates how personal silences can easily become amplified by communal history, even in the best of times.--Rokhl Kafrissen "Tablet Magazine"

Lots to think about in this one.--Erika Dreifus "My Year in Jewish Books (2019 edition)"

Nostalgia for Yiddish culture is an ideological gesture. Slucki's memoir [. . .] provides a valuable antidote to the illusions of nostalgia, and for that reason each volume is salubriously and exemplarily political.--Marc Caplan "Los Angeles Review of Books"

The book is set in motion by David Slucki's discovery of a trove of Yiddish letters written by his survivor grandfather, Jakub Slucki, whom he had never met. David Slucki found the cache in Los Angeles, the city that, a year earlier, had been the site of his father's unexpected death. "This is a book about ghosts," writes Slucki in the Preface to Sing This at My Funeral: ghosts of family, the ghosts of the past. But where a straight academic monograph might settle on the term as a handy metaphor, Slucki's lyrical writing imbues his ghosts with a presence that is rather more profound and complicated. Both in this regard and in the decision to include in the book an unusually large number of family photographs, Sing This at My Funeral shares more in common with genre-busting graphic memoirs like Art Spiegelman's Maus, Nora Krug's Belonging, and Michael Kupperman's All the Answers than with traditional history writing or memoire. Highly recommended for academic, synagogue and school libraries.--David Schlitt "Association of Jewish Libraries News and Reviews"

This, to me, is the main essence of the book - what we call in Yiddish Di Goldene Keit (the Golden Chain). The passing down, from father and mother to child, all that it is to be Jewish. Beyond religion, beyond nationality, beyond culture. It is what every Jewish parent is faced with, particularly in the post-Holocaust era. The author is clear about this - he's sub-titled the book A Memoir of Fathers and Sons. And while the project likely started as a therapeutic exercise - his father Charles passed away suddenly less than four years ago - I think it quickly transformed into something more worldly.--Moshe Goldberg "The Times of Israel"

Written with raw, candid feeling, this memoir attains its emotional climax not at the description of Sluggo's sudden death at the age of sixty-seven or even of his funeral, but, rather unexpectedly, in the epilogue, when the author cites his father's conciliatory email, sent after their most serious !ght (up to that point, their relationship sounded quite idyllic). As French novelist Marcel Proust once said: 'An artist expresses not only himself, but hundreds of ancestors, the dead who find their spokesman in him.' David Slucki is one such artist, literally giving voice to his now-voiceless ancestors and to the numerous ghosts that accompany him on his life's journey.--Merav Fima "Australian Book Review"