When
an author titles his book The Book of
Jonah and alludes to the Biblical account of the unfortunate man swallowed
by the “great fish”, a reader can rightly expect more than a passing
relationship between the Biblical tale and the novel. If the theme of the Biblical telling was a belief in a
capricious God, unknowable and capricious, then The Book of Jonah by Joshua Max Feldman was right on point. Unfortunately, even this connection is
mired down with long swatches of exposition, mostly unsympathetic characters
and a meandering plot.
Jonah
is a young lawyer with a promising career. He knows the ins-and-outs, as well as the players, in the high-powered
corporate law firm in which he works.
His connections with his colleagues make him a sure contender to make
partner. In addition, he has the
perfect trophy girlfriend who would make a perfect wife, as well as a
girlfriend on the side. His life
is moving according to plan, until he meets a Hasidic man on the subway. The man asks him spiritual
questions—and Jonah can offer no meaningful responses. Later, Jonah begins to have visions
that lead him to a deeper understanding of his place in the world.
Another
thread of the narrative concerns Judith, a brilliant girl whose parents are
later killed in the terrorist attacks on September 11. Her efforts to reinvent herself are at
the heart of her journey. Later,
she connects with Jonah and their combined efforts to understand the world and their
place in it are the bulk of the rest of the novel.
Though
there were moments of brilliance in the writing and the author clearly has a
deft hand a characterization, I found The
Book of Jonah monotonous and self-important. I felt as though I was reading a book sure of its own
brilliance, while simultaneously being bored to tears. Even to someone who has read the Bible
(and the Book of Jonah) multiple times, I found the Biblical allusion difficult
to follow and tenuous at best.
What was clear to me as I read is that this book, while meritorious in
some ways, was not at all meant for every reader. There is certain exclusivity to the plot—surely understood
by those more familiar with the cosmopolitan and corporate world. But for the average reader (like me)—I
felt as though there was some brilliance under the surface, but it was not
brought out in a way that I could enjoy and understand.
My
biggest issue is not even the esoteric nature of the plot. It was the huge swatches of exposition—pages
and pages in a row— that failed to interest me or develop more fondness for the
characters. This writing flaw made
me like the book less and less as the pages went by. The Book of Jonah is not a fast read by any stretch of the
imagination.
There
are flashes of greatness here, but clearly The
Book of Jonah was not meant for every reader.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Regina
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