“Emet” begins as an epistolary confessional of sorts, penned by Benjamin Golub, an 86-year-old rabbi living in Nashville, Tennessee. He worries about the repercussions of his actions in the last few years—both legally and spiritually.
Originally from Chicago, Benjamin admits he was never a truly devout student of Judaism and essentially fell into the rabbinical line of work by accident. His faith wavers frequently. But he hides that fact from his congregants, whom he knows to be very good people.
