Auslander is like Ephraim Kishon on speed: irreverent, meaningful, and above all, hilariously funny. Instead of raving on about the virtues of this book of short stories, let me simply give you an excerpt:

"These are the things that Bernstein carried in the brown, broken suitcase he kept under his bed in the hope that the Messiah would arrive in the middle of the night: two pairs of black socks, one pair or black pants, a white shirt, one Book of Psalms, some rugalach, three yarmulkes, a spare set of phylacteries, two prayer shawls (one for weekdays, one for Sabbath) and a bathing suit because you never know."