The maiden voyage of the Jewish Review is nothing if not substantial, measuring a retro 14″ high by 11″ wide.
The obligatory “Welcome to the Jewish Review of Books” editorial begins this way:
This is an especially good time to launch a Jewish magazine of ideas and criticism. Perhaps it has always been a good time: the history of Jewish thought over the last two hundred years could be charted through a dozen periodicals in a half-dozen languages. But we live at a moment in which more Jewish books, and books of particular Jewish interest, are being published than ever before. Of the making of such books, it seems, there is no end. But of real criticism, considered judgment rendered in graceful, accessible prose, there is something of a scarcity.
Why is there a Jewish Review?