I really had to push myself hard to get through this book and when I finally finished, I said, “What a waste of my book reading time!” Yeah, this isn’t going to be a glowing review.
David Shepherd is a politics professor at Georgetown University and a divorced secular Jew. A childhood accident left him with a peculiar side effect: random names pop into his head, accompanied by blinding headaches. He has written them all down but hasn’t given much thought to why it happens or what it means.
When Beverley Panagopoulos’s name pops into his head, he decides to Google it and discovers she was recently murdered. Bemused, he begins searching hundreds of other names in his journal and discovers a significant proportion of them have met untimely ends in the not-too-distant past. When he tells a priest friend, he is advised to go to New York and seek out a rabbi. The rabbi and an expert from Israel named Yael tell him the names are of the Lamed Vovniks. There are 36 Lamed Vovniks in each generation, righteous people on whom the existence of the world as we know it depends. And someone is trying to kill them all and bring about the beginning of the end.
David is sceptical – it all sounds a bit farfetched – but his former stepdaughter is on his list of names. And when the rabbi is murdered right in front of him, he and Yael go on the run. First, they have to save themselves. Then they have to save his stepdaughter and the world.
David is right – it’s all very farfetched. There is a huge amount of exposition explaining the Jewish and Kabbalistic mysticism that the plot is based on and while I normally enjoy that kind of thing, my eyes started to glaze over after a while. The result is a poor man’s Da Vinci Code.
The writing is terribly melodramatic . Characters are frequently “incredulous”, “stunned”, “heartened”, “full of hatred”, “frustrated” or “terrified”. And all of them are either very good or very bad, with no shades of grey. They lack any suggestion of complexity or subtlety. They also seem to lack personalities. And, of course, there’s the obligatory inappropriately timed romance. Even as people are being murdered around them, David is distracted by Yael’s obvious beauty (yawn).
Honestly, I don’t have much more to say about it. It’s an interesting idea badly executed and poorly written, populated by people I didn’t really care if they lived or died. I’m usually very reluctant to give books one-star ratings but when I thought of all the books I’ve given two-star ratings to, I just couldn’t dishonour them by including this one in the same category.
In a word: dreadful.