1969, Philip Roth, Portnoys Complaint:My father…and a shikse? Can’t be. Was beyond his ken. My own father – fucked shikses? I’ll admit under duress that he fucked my mother…but shikses? I can no more imagine him knocking over a gas station.
2006, Howard Jacobson, Kalooki Nights, Vintage 2007, p. 26:So that's your task when your mother releases you into the world: to warm back into life the chilly universe of shiksehs.
