Poor Julie — she thought that her teenage dream of marrying a Jewish man had come true when she married me back in the 1980s. Yes, she got her Jew, but the -ish bit was missing. My family and I earn a chapter in her book called ‘Meet the Perverts’ and all I can say is: Oy vey! You think you’re a smart and funny man to be married to — and then you read an ex-wife’s memoir and you wonder: was I that boring? (…)
Plenty of Jews will be embarrassed (or overjoyed) by her boasts. And many Muslims and die-hard multiculturalists will be deeply offended by what they would see as her ‘Islamaphobia’ and ‘racism’.
But then Julie is a writer uninterested in fair play or the judicious consideration of evidence to support an argument.
She is a pugilistic polemicist who, I suspect, thinks nuance is a fragrance for intellectual sissies. It’s what makes her such a great read — and, at times, so mind-bogglingly unreasonable. (…)
She has some fair points about how white liberal leftists have turned a blind eye to the sexism, homophobia and violence of Islam in the name of multicultural tolerance. And let’s give her credit: Julie was making these points back in the 1980s, when it was a brave thing to do.