“Dogfight” and dog fights

In which I get verklempt at Yiddish “Fiddler,” defend the long national nightmare of PuppyGate, and plan a return trip to “Castle Rock.”

I always feel like such a bad Jew when I see Fiddler on the Roof. There are three suitors for Tevye’s oldest daughters: nebbishy tailor Motel, sexy socialist Perchik, and strapping goy Fyedka. And every time I see a production, I find myself drawn to the gentile. We can unpack that... some other time. But this week I saw the National Yiddish Theatre Fol…

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