the rebbe’s queer daughters

—מגילת מלכה—

This post marks the beginning of a new feature at beitmalkut.org and that is the inclusion of a tale that will take, I think, a very long time to tell.

This is something I’ve been writing for my father. It started a number of years ago in time for him to read sections of the unfinished manuscript — especially Part II which is inspired by his travels with Reb K (of blessed memory),  his travels with both of us at his side, and his travels with me alone.  But make no mistake: this is no memoir, it is a tale. And a tale is the only way this story can be told.

What differs, then between ‘the rebbe’s queer daughters’ and ‘tzaddik stories’ is that the latter consists primarily of memories, while the former consists of (hm, what shall we call them?) (I guess we should call them) dreams. Perhaps that’s all that needs saying.

As you know if you’ve been following our ‘progress’ at kaddish in two-part harmony, not long ago I found myself  all kaddished-out before our kaddish year has come to its close.  And what remains to be told is only this — the tale of the rebbe’s queer daughters. It comes with my father’s blessing, thank god.

The Hebrew title for this work is ‘Megilat Malkah’ — which could perhaps be translated as ‘Malkah’s Tale,’ although that’s far from a literal translation.  For now, that will have to do.

About mira

Mira Z. Amiras is Professor of Comparative Religious Studies and founder of the Middle East Studies Program at San Jose State University. She is past-president of the Society for the Anthropology of Consciousness, and has served on the Executive Council of the American Anthropological Association. She is co-founder, with Ovid Jacob, of Beit Malkhut, a study group in Jewish sacred text. She’s most attached to the creatures of her body and her household — first and foremost, her kids, of course: Michael and Rayna — and then the other folks large and small of various species, including Roshi and Vlad, a whole lot of hummingbirds, the old parrot who lives next door, and a beautiful garden that does what it will.

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