I requested and received an eARC of
My Lover, the Rabbi
by Wayne Koestenbaum via NetGalley. The rabbi, to the disinterested observer, is far from desirable. Despite being untidy, uncouth, aging, and unable to maintain his following, he is the object of the narrator's obsession. Their relationship is defined by a mixture of torment and pleasure. Whether they're hundred miles apart of sharing the same bed, rabbi occupies the narrator's mind fully. He contemplates very facet of his being, relentlessly dissecting his life, his history, his past, his possibilities, his genitalia, his pubic hair, his husband, his car, his dead son, his dead wife, his attractive adopted son. He tries to unspool the secret threads of the rabbi's past, but finds himself questioning everything he knows to be true.
What a disgusting and beautiful ride My Lover, the Rabbi turned out to be. This is by no means a traditional story. The narrative is initially made up of one-or-two page chapters that strike the reader like lightning bolts. The bones may feel familiar, but the intentional and chaotic construction of obsession in Koestenbaum’s novel is fresh, fascinating, and occasionally frustrating. It may feel difficult to pull all the threads together when initially beginning the story, but once you’ve gotten into the groove of things it becomes an altogether different experience. The later chapters really fill in the gaps, or at least some of them, but never veer too far away from the fantastical qualities of the novel’s first half.
Who is the Rabbi? So many parts of him feel like a lecherous everyman, while other details are startingly specific. Through the narrator’s relentless musings, the Rabbi came to life for me. The textures and smells of his body, his desires and his hypocrisies, his manipulations and sexual sermonizing all began to echo in my mind as grossly familiar as the oft repeated “my lover, the Rabbi.” And who is the narrator? What does his relationship with the Rabbi say about him? I still have a thousand questions swirling around in my mind after finishing My Lover, the Rabbi. It’s a strange and provocative, yet satisfying novel that interrogates questions of identity, religion, obsession, and sexual liberation.