It takes a very special artistic talent to walk the fine line between schmaltz that is slushy and sentimental and schmaltz that is meltingly powerful.
Please note, this is not a judgement on the merits of one versus the other, there’s definitely a place for all varieties of schmaltz and sometimes you’re in the mood for the sentimental type (I adore Rick Moranis’ “My mother’s brisket & other love songs”).
Listening to Natalie’s rendition of this song gives me goosebumps. And I’ve never seen Yentl (the movie) or read the story. I just adore this artist and it’s an extra special oomph to know she’s a member of the tribe.
The song is from her new album, “Entre elle et lui”. I wonder if we could have this CD available at the Chanukah fair?