This book was a gift. I scanned the obscure quotations between the chapters and thought I was in for a heavy read, so for a while I put off starting it. To be honest, I am not that concerned what happened to the ten lost tribes, although I remember from my childhood that my aunt claimed to be a British Israelite, and that seemed quite exotic. I never spoke to her about it then, and by the time I reached adulthood and might have had a conversation about it my mind had moved onto other things. Still, I like a good mystery, so here goes.
To my surprise, the book turned out to be a series of unconnected short stories. At least, I wasn't immediately aware of a connection, but as I worked through them I began to realise that perhaps each story was an allegory about each of the ten tribes in turn. I don't know enough about the tribes as to hazard a guess at the allegories, but I could see some familiar themes: displacement, lack of recognition, a sense of drifting, a feeling that something better is just around the corner, a desire to keep moving. Perhaps these themes are offered as a description of the 'Jewish problem', but I'm not sure they are peculiar to the Jews. These themes are common to many individuals from many communities.
When Israel was established as a political and geographical state, not all Jews were pleased with the concept. Some thought that Israel was a state to be achieved after death, and that, like Moses, they deserved God's punishment for being bone-headed, and would never achieve their Promised Land on earth. Those Jews who settled in Israel, and indeed, spilled over its borders, took on characteristics not traditionally associated with Jews, but many Jews chose not to 'return' and continued their wanderings. Perhaps these are the Jews who best represent the lost tribes, and who we meet in this book.
The writing is spare, dispassionate and anonymous. The locations are never identified. The characters are presented fully formed, but with no point of context. And the narrators, different (or perhaps not?) in each story, are never named, so it is difficult to be drawn into their particular plight. We can only look through a glass darkly. Compared with such a long history littered with examples of severe persecution the details of one's current life might indeed be unimportant. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, I was intrigued. The snippets of stories held me, left me wanting more. I particularly liked the first story, in which a small girl sees the magic in her restless, irresponsible uncle, comparing him favourably with her staid and dependable father. She covets his collection of mysterious talismans, and has to look for the magic in her own life to effect a series of trades with him. The uncle treats her in all seriousness, weighing up her preposterous claims before agreeing to a swap.
But I didn't enjoy the other stories as much, and in the end I wasn't sure exactly what I had experienced. But perhaps I missed the point completely.