This one is largely disappointing. I think the author bit off more than she could chew.
The story, which spans a couple of years leading up to the Israel/Hezbollah war in 2006, follows a handful of American women now living in Israel, particularly in a fictional town near the border with Lebanon. Aviva is like the matriarch—she has children old enough to be be in the IDF (in fact, one of her sons died in a terrorist attack.) One of her younger sons, Yoni, is now serving, and he’s in a relationship with Rachel. Rachel, it seems, decided to take some time in Israel kinda like a Jewish odyssey, as she grew up in Wyoming where the Jewish population was scarce. And in the middle of this age range, Emily and Lauren are young mothers with small children. Lauren followed her husband, David, here but still considers Boston to be her home. Emily came after a divorce from her philandering American husband, but her marriage to an Israeli man, Boaz, is also on the rocks.
All of these women join what is called a chevra kadisha: a group of Jews who prepare the dead for burial, according to scripture. In terms of mitzvot, or commandments/good deeds to follow, it’s near the very top, since the dead cannot offer gratitude or repay this honor. Some of Bletter’s chapters chronicle this performance of this mitzvah on a deceased community member, almost giving them the feel of the “prologue” bit to episodes of Six Feet Under. That show centered around a family who ran a funeral home, and each “prologue” would chronicle the final minutes of the person who would then become their client (or the deceased family member/friend of their client? To be technical.)
Bletter’s book isn’t as macabre, but witnessing the tahara ceremony, aka the burial prep, had less to do with her over-arching narrative. Most of these chapters, jumping back and forth between POVs, detailing their jobs or, more often, their love lives. I didn’t really connect with any of the characters. There was a repetition to the stories, almost as if Bletter was writing outlines for a romance series about American Jewish women getting swept up with Israeli soldiers. Otherwise, she touched upon a lot of themes—from Holocaust trauma to war trauma; from the tension of living so near a hostile border to the tensions between religious and secular people; to homesickness, belonging, and various cultural groups cohabiting in one town. But the narrative stayed near the top of the water; it eschewed much by way of depth and complexity. There’s a tragedy at the end, but by that point it lacked gravitas, alas.
The writing was also very pedestrian, and frankly I think HarperCollins did the manuscript a disservice by not giving it a more thorough copy edit.
It’s especially a shame that the chevra kedisha aspect fell flat. As Kirkus said in their review, it could have been the novel’s “thematic center of gravity” but instead “feels more like an awkward vehicle to connect the character’s stories.” Bletter was missing character depth, imho, but if she had fleshed out a religious plotline with some spiritual asides for each of the ladies, it could have worked on a more communal level. Probing what it means to live in a place that is both culturally diverse but martially dangerous; what this level of care for the dead says about the power of life. The potential was there! But alas. Book did not travel that path.