The Kabbalah Master by Perle Besserman
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

A Jewish Mills and Boone - Only More Dreadful

At various points in reading this book, i scratched my head: it had a writer so it must have some purpose, some intention put into it which I was meant to recover. Several times I thought I had it pegged: as a novel of conflict between religion and romance; a sentimental remembrance of 1970’s Brooklyn; an ethnic bodice-ripper; or an anti-authoritarian commentary on male dominated orthodox spiritual cults. I was projecting. My final conclusion is that it is entirely pointless - a fiction without substantive characters, coherent plot, interesting ambience or, for that matter, an ending. It appears to be more manufactured than authored. An afternoon I regret I shall never recover. I can’t recall who recommended it, but when I do there shall be words.

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