10/15/2018
French playwright and filmmaker Sthers swerves from harshly funny to surprisingly touching in her compact epistolary English-language debut. Harry Rosenmerck, a retired cardiologist, has moved to Nazareth and started a pig farm. Because Harry lacks even a telephone, his family resorts to communicating through letters. Harry begins an acrimonious written debate with Rabbi Moshe Cattan about raising unclean animals that eventually turns to friendship. Harry’s ex-wife, Monique Duchêne, who converted to Judaism for Harry, lives in New York and writes needling harangues with only hints about her declining health. Their son, David, is a successful playwright whose latest effort falls flat. He pleads for any word from Harry, having been disowned by his father since coming out, and trades jabs with his sister Annabelle. Annabelle, distraught after breaking up with a married professor, whines her way toward a visit with her father, making unplanned detours through Tel Aviv and other parts of Israel. Caustic and gentle jokes leaven the serious concerns about Israel’s militarized security, Jewish identity, and the dysfunction of Harry’s family. This moving novel manages a delicate balance between humor and tenderness among a family incapable of interacting without rancor. Agent: Todd Shuster, Aevitas. (Jan.)
"Pithy, loaded letters and emails aimed at their vulnerable targets fly more like missiles than missives in Amanda Sthers' lively epistolary novel . . . Sthers’ book has the timing, wit, and warmth of a screwball screenplay that isn’t allowed to idle for more than a beat . . . Sthers captures her characters’ distinct voices and dueling positions with practiced concision and obvious relish." - NPR.org
“This is a book you can read in an afternoon, but it'll stick with you for much longer than that. Comic, moving, and occasionally profound, Sthers' novel is a delight.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"Each letter in Holy Lands is a soliloquy about pain, separation, and belonging." - Washington Independent Review of Books
“This moving novel manages a delicate balance between humor and tenderness among a family incapable of interacting without rancor.” —Publishers Weekly
“[A] quick-footed, perfectly choreographed, piercingly funny, and poignant novel . . . As each articulate, conflicted, and ardent character endures life-altering experiences, Sthers incisively and provocatively questions crucial matters of religion, morality, inheritance, compassion, and love.” —Booklist
“Sthers is an expert at crafting dysfunctional families that remain touching and relatable. With Holy Lands, she's penned an irreverent and endearing reminder that blood is thicker than water.” —Karen Tanabe, author of The Gilded Years
“With eloquent Jewish humor, ironic taunts, familial reprimands, and cries from the heart each of the letters that form this gripping novel reveals a new secret, or asks a new question . . . Along the way we see that change is possible and that truth can be a brilliant vehicle of reconciliation. This book reminds us how intense, even pungent, all our letters, postal or electronic, should be.” —Grace Dane Mazur, author of The Garden Party
★ 2018-10-02
A swiftly moving epistolary novel about a Jewish family.
Harry Rosenmerck, a Jewish cardiologist, has fled his New York home to breed pigs in Israel. Yes, pigs. His estranged family lies scattered in his wake. There's his ex-wife, Monique, who's facing down a serious illness; their brokenhearted daughter, Annabelle; and their playwright son, David, whom Harry has refused to speak to since David's coming out. Sthers's latest novel—her American debut—takes the form of letters that crawl back and forth via snail mail between Harry, Monique, Annabelle, and David, in various combinations, as well as the letters that Harry exchanges with Rabbi Moshe Cattan, who objects to his budding husbandry but soon becomes a fast friend. Sthers, a filmmaker both in her native France and in the U.S., has a keen eye and a light touch. The story zips among its many characters; it never drags, never tires. Then, too, Sthers has a fine sense for the way that the tragic, the comic, and the tender become mingled. Why won't Harry speak to his son? Why did he and Monique separate? What lies behind Annabelle's painful history with men? Sthers hints at answers but never overdoes things. Her slim, swiftly moving novel describes the complicated relationships between siblings, a married couple, a man and his rabbi and still has room for a light critique of Israel's policies toward Palestine. This is a book you can read in an afternoon, but it'll stick with you for much longer than that.
Comic, moving, and occasionally profound, Sthers' novel is a delight.
