A brief review of a terrific novel: Meet the Foxmans. I can’t help thinking of the Flintstones’ tune, while humming, “Foxmans, Meet The Foxmans…” Can you hear it? If you’ve read this book, you’ll understand why you have to meet them. There are bits and pieces of each of us - in each of them. Tropper’s all-star dysfunctional cast is as honest and hilarious as they come. And if you read this book, you’ll have spent a week together with this troupe, mourning the death of the patriarch as the family is “forced” to sit shiva for seven days. Judd Foxman is our lonely, recently cuckolded, sensitive narrator. He delivers keen insights into maleness, from the teenage years straight into adulthood. His fantasies about women he passes on the street are both heart-wrenchingly funny and achingly sad. Just like everything else in this book. His brothers and one sister each have their own tales of woe and joy. And Judd's unforgettable mother, the...