Shalom Auslander's novel, "Hope: A Tragedy" is a strange and disturbing story about a man named Kugel who moves to a small town in upstate New York with his wife and child and his dying mother, who is utterly convinced she has spent time in a concentration camp being tortured by Nazis.
This doesn't answer my questions. It doesn't staunch my tears. I don't sleep better. I don't justify terrible things when they happen to others, and I don't know why they don't happen to me. But I know that just as surely as there is inexplicable evil in the world, there is inexplicable good, as well. It's something to put on the other side of the scale, something to attribute to a good God.
Consider, then, Shalom Auslander. In his corrosively funny memoir, "Foreskin's Lament," he claims he is a foreskin: singled out, cut off and cast forth. In reality, he is something much more Jewish, almost essentially so. He's an apikores, a heretic.
In Shalom Auslander's recent collection of short stories, "Beware of God," God appears as many, many things, except for the Almighty, All-Knowing, Omniscient powerful Being He has traditionally been for the last however many-thousand years (depending on which religion you ask).