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Bar Mitzvah Disco The Music May Have Stopped, but the Party's Never Over edited by Roger Bennett, Jules Shell and Nick Kroll Crown: 256 pp., $23.95 ***** Thirteen and a Day The Bar and Bat Mitzvah Across America Mark Oppenheimer Farrar, Straus & Giroux: 258 pp., $24

January 01, 2006|Ruth Andrew Ellenson | Ruth Andrew Ellenson is the editor of the anthology "The Modern Jewish Girl's Guide to Guilt."

WHEN I became a bat mitzvah in 1986, I lamented my parents' refusal to throw me the type of swanky shindig that I saw many of my friends enjoying -- no ice sculpture for me or my name in lights at a posh hotel. Instead, I suffered like Job as my father, a rabbi, made me recite both my Torah and Haftara portions before the congregation I grew up with and found my reward to be a small party at his university's faculty lounge the next day. As I fought with my stepmother over my Laura Ashley dress (I was convinced it would look better with a Duran Duran T-shirt over it), I dreamed of my makeup more than the matriarchs.

Shockingly enough, I never thought of myself as shallow, and according to the books "Bar Mitzvah Disco" and "Thirteen and a Day," it seems my lack of contemplative depth on the occasion of my being consecrated as a Jewish adult was all too typical. For some American Jews, the bar mitzvah (for boys) or bat mitzvah (for girls) has, over the years, lost its significance as the marker of religious adulthood and has become a kosher-style debutante ball where assimilationist and religious impulses clash. The results can be well-intentioned, sometimes tacky and often highly amusing.

For the generation that came of age in the '80s and '90s, the bar and bat mitzvah party reflected the anxieties and social aspirations of a great many Jewish Americans more than it did any particular religious transformation, and the pictures in "Bar Mitzvah Disco" prove it. Organized like a giant photo album, the book is as much an irony-laden testament to kitsch as it is to the premier adolescent institution of Jewish life. "Bar Mitzvah Disco" is an extension of a popular website where people were asked to post their most humiliating rite-of-passage pictures; the title sums up its humorous ambivalence.

What does the day on which Jewish children take on the commitments of adulthood have to do with a mirrored ball and Top 40 music? The two worlds are an uneasy and funny fit. From pictures of girls who clearly subscribed to the adage, "The higher the hair, the closer to God" to portraits of 13-year-old boys slow-dancing with girls at least a foot taller, the collected photos of assimilated American Jews dipping a toe into the religious can be quite funny and downright awful.

Some of the photographs, which were liberated from family dens across America, border on the bizarre. Food is offered from a "MattDonald's" stand complete with golden arches at one party, a bar mitzvah boy is immortalized on a mock Playgirl cover with a headline reading "Ecstasy ... for Two!" at another and there are several break-dancing competitions led by Michael Jackson and Madonna impersonators. What are we to make of an event that makes a junior high schooler (who is arguably at the most awkward age on the planet) into a superstar for an evening?

No words can quite sum up this confused state as well as the book's photograph of Asher Weinberg. Looking in the mirror during his bar mitzvah in 1981 on Long Island, he watches his sweet, chubby, adorably nerdy face contort in delight at his own reflection.

But as charming as these pictures are, they can make you wonder: Why are young Jews so attracted to the idea of mocking themselves? Could it be we're just gifted with an excellent collective sense of humor, or is it possible that for some people who haven't considered their religious identity since they were 13 that this is just an easy way to do so? Despite these questions, "Bar Mitzvah Disco" indisputably provides hipster credentials and a cringe-inducing trip down memory lane.

The book reads like a secret handshake of irony for history's ultimate outsiders. It features '80s disco hits -- the staple of many a bar mitzvah dance floor -- as chapter titles and short essays the editors solicited from contributors such as novelist Jonathan Safran Foer (delighting in how he ruined his friend's bat mitzvah by leading her to believe that he made out with her friend), comedian Sarah Silverman (who writes a funny ode to teenage lust), Los Angeles Times columnist Joel Stein (who laments his parents spending more money on his sister's celebration than on his) and comedian Jordan Carlos, who wrote a poem about being the only black kid at the bar mitzvah: " ... the halcyon year that was the sixth grade, / when I tried to fit a yarmulke on a high-top fade."

Figuring out how to balance religious head coverings on Afros might be confusing, but figuring out what the modern bar mitzvah experience means seems to be no easier. Symbolically, it crystallizes the confusion of what religious identity means in today's world. Is it a public celebration or a private ritual? Is the emphasis on personal meaning or community recognition?

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