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The effect of the Amoraim on the Jewish religion

Bad and, well, just bad.

סתם מתיבתא

c. 430 CE

Jewness levels in this scroll are off the charts. This is not for minim.

As we have discussed in previous kuntreisim, the purpose of the rabbinic project after the churban was not, despite the bedtime story told to schoolchildren and donors, to “preserve Torah.” There were, it is true, some rabbis who believed that, and some of them were even important at various stages, but at the movement level this was hashed out at Yavneh, Usha, Tiberias, Sura, Nehardea, Pumbedita and the various other swamp-towns where normal Judaism went to be cross-examined to death.

From then on, Jews whose primary concern was being a recognizable Biblical people — land, Temple, kohanim, sacrifice, monarchy, prophecy, calendar, purity, family, normal local custom, etc. — were confined to the fringes or reclassified as amei ha’aretz, minim, Kutim, Boethusians, ignoramuses, bad husbands, or whatever other category was necessary that week to make the academy look like Sinai with benches.

Rabbinism, after the Temple, was not about continuity, or at the very least not just about continuity, but about something else: replacing a cultic-national religion with a portable clerisy of hyperverbal men who could turn any human act — eating an egg, opening a gate, marrying a woman, buying a donkey, sneezing near a corpse — into a four-page argument in Aramaic between people who all died too early from either poverty, humiliation, bad vibes, or academy-induced brain damage.

The view is attractive, and it’s not exactly wrong. Jewish civilization was turning a corner. The problem is that the corner led directly into Pumbedita.

Reish Lakish

Let’s start with Reish Lakish, because if you wrote him as fiction people would say it was too on the nose.

Former bandit/gladiator/violent criminal-adjacent hardman sees R. Yochanan bathing, leaps into the Jordan, gets talent-spotted by the prettiest sage in Palestine, is offered the sage’s sister if he agrees to become a Torah guy, and then becomes one of the great amoraim. This is supposed to be inspiring, and in a narrow sense it is. Teshuvah, Torah transforms strength, blah blah. Fine.

But can we notice what is actually going on here? The rabbinic movement is so weirdly desperate for masculine energy that when a violent river-jumping thug turns up, the response is not “security” but “have you considered becoming a rosh yeshiva?” This is what happens when your civilization is run by indoor men who know, somewhere deep down, that the people with swords are cooler than them.

And of course the whole thing ends exactly how it obviously would. Years later they argue about weapons, R. Yochanan makes the crack — what, a robber knows his trade — Reish Lakish gets sick, R. Yochanan refuses to properly fix it, Reish Lakish dies, R. Yochanan goes insane with grief because no replacement chavrusa can wound him in the exact right way, and then he dies too.

This is not a friendship. This is two personality disorders in a beis midrash trench coat.

Item: the great success story of the amoraic movement is a criminal recruited by eroticized male admiration, married into the system, weaponized intellectually, insulted about his past by his patron/brother-in-law, and killed by the emotional blast radius of a sugya.

But sure, tell me again how this is the healthy alternative to korbanos.

R. Yochanan

R. Yochanan is always presented as one of the great luminous figures of Eretz Yisrael Torah, which is true in the technical sense that he was brilliant, beautiful, and constantly surrounded by death.

He is also the most perfectly Palestinian amora possible: dazzling, fragile, theatrical, half-saint, half-disaster. He sits by the mikveh so women will see him when they come out and have beautiful children. This is in the literature. Not in some hostile Karaite pamphlet. In the literature. The man is basically running a holy eugenics thirst trap next to the women’s immersion pool and we are all meant to nod because he had a nice face and said deep things about Torah.

Then there is the beauty discourse. R. Yochanan is so beautiful that the Gemara has to explain his beauty by comparison to silver goblets and pomegranate seeds and whatever else the late-antique male imagination could get its hands on without simply saying “we all fancied him.” He is the bridge between Torah greatness and whatever the opposite of being normal is.

And yet he is also the man who detonates Reish Lakish and then cannot survive the absence of someone who will attack his every sentence. This is not a stable religious personality. This is a man whose entire emotional regulation system depends on dialectical violence.

The academy does not cure this. It gives it a daf.

Pumbedita

Usually, when I rag on Pumbedita, someone will chime in that my perspective is distorted because I live near Sura. Well, yes, I live near Sura, but the point is valid enough. In Sura the split is, if we’re charitable, 40–60 between people trying to understand the Mishnah and people trying to turn the Mishnah into a hostage. In Pumbedita it’s 80–20 at the very least.

Pumbedita is the first place in Jewish history where you can feel the full horror of cleverness detached from wisdom. A man says, “The cow gored.” Fine. A Pumbedita guy says, “But was the cow ownerless at the moment of goring, and if so was the ownershiplessness retroactive, and if the courtyard was jointly held by orphans while one witness was sleeping and the other was a relative through betrothal, do we say lav davka or davka davka?” At which point the correct response is not “teiku.” It is deportation.

Everyone likes to pretend this is rigor. It is not rigor. It is what happens when generations of underemployed geniuses are locked in rooms with each other and rewarded for making the obvious impossible.

Abolish. This. Metivta.

I want to smash my wax tablet now and walk away, but the sugya has barely started.

Daas Yochid's avatar

Two things:

1) most of these people, had they lived in Chutzpah Laaretz, would be either assimilated or dead. Not much of an improvement.

2) this screed reads like a typical anti-semitic screed of bad rabbis, but with a veneer that it's not "all Jews".

I've been to Uman many many times. If you think 99% of these people are ok with child sex or even plain rape you are a demented hateful sicko. The people you cited are anomalies who no one ever heard of. (The sole exception being Berland, who besides for being a world class perv was also a noted Ashkenazi genius.) Berland is a sign against Breslov as much as he is against Judaism as a whole.

The same with all the Zohar stuff. Benyomen already pointed out all the crazy stuff in the talmud. Let's face it, those who are pervs will twist anything, and vice versa. There's not a significant difference.

I agree that extremism is bad and it seems likely that being Israeli exacerbates extremism (just compare your blogs to outside of Israel blogs with the level of hatred toward fellow Jews). But I don't think that Chabad, Breslov, Zohar or Litvaks are significantly worse than the rest of your list.

The main point is and should be don't follow a cult.

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