Hmm… Well one of the reasons I picked up this book, is that recently there was a list posted of the top 100 Jewish historical fiction novels, and this one seemed to be on everybody's list. The list itself surprised me, and others, and sparked a number of people to create their own. A number of us had felt that many well known and beautifully written novels and authors were missing. For me, this list should have contained (and mine did) Alice Hoffman, Anita Diamant, Maggie Anton, India Edghill, and and Eva Etzion Ha Levy, by the way, I have probably read each and every one of the books written by these five authors. And I had a few more singles in there. Jenna Blum, Those Who Save Us, was on my list, as was Chris Bojahlin's Skeletons at the Feast, City of Women, and Jodi Piccoult's the Storyteller. I am a huge lover of Jewish Historical Fiction, so its possible that I might also be a strong critic. That said, Talia Carner has huge shoes to follow.
I think had this book not been on the original top 100 list, (plus a few others that emerged), I would have enjoyed it more. Part of the problem, is that its a very difficult community to describe, at a very different time period. Ok - its not a difficult community to describe, the hared in Meah She'arim, it was described well. Its just that its hard for us to sit with. Particularly as women, as modern women, and as practicing faithful Jewish women. Its feels pejorative and angering, and devaluing. And much of the book centers on Esther's devotion to precepts and concepts that are quite far from pretty much anyone's way of experiencing the world, with very little observed benefit to her. The way her parents spoke of her and treated her - and her young friends was difficult enough, not to mention the tragedies that continued to ensue… But the worst of it, is that Esther is not all owed to "see" colors, much less paint them, capture them, transform them. The idea that she could be such a talented natural artist, and be forced to believe that this gift from God was the cause of all of the tragedies that happened to her family, for her failure to supress them in even the slightest of ways - that is the hugest tragedy of the book. And I'm sure that experience was and is common to the Haredi experience. Its just that if you are familiar with Judiasm, and religious Judaism, there are supposed to be joy, look at the Hassidim dancing and singing, just blocks away proximally, and less than a hair away in religious orientation. There is supposed to be art, music, books, learning, travel, and there is supposed to be growth. This small sect of Judaism, takes away the beauty and ideals that I care about and am proud of. So its not bad writing, its just hard to read. The main character herself, has little depth, entirely no backbone, (yes she was raised that way), and while she grows in the book, her growth is incremental, and doesn't get that far. She is deprived of love, even mothering love to an extent, and this is really sad. I found her not close to the God she feared at all, and that was tough. Love is what drives us, and to be devoid of everything connected to it, creativity, hope, savoring the moment, connection, growth, joy, well that to me is God's gifts and life's gifts. So its hard to see one's faith distorted in this kind of a way, that doesn't reflect the beauty that I see. That said, just become something is difficult to read, doesn't make it an unworthy tale, its just another story that needed to be told. In that vein, I am reminded of the Buddha in the Attic. Also not easy to read, and very sad about how an entire community of people were unvalued and disappeared, but it was a story that needed to be told.
Out from the library is the Book of Esther. I'm very much looking forward to reading that one. But right now, I have just hit 30% of The Seven Sisters by Lucinda Riley, which is an implausible premise, but an engaging and fun read so far. I can't wait to review it, and I'm only a third way through. Happy Labor Day everyone. School starts tomorrow.