Zaddik (Mass Market Paperback)

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From Publishers Weekly

Rosenbaum is a writer to watch. His first thriller is big, bright and successfully old-fashioned, bringing to life worlds unfamiliar to most readers. Manhattan's bustling West 47th St. jewelry district and a Hasidic neighborhood in Brooklyn are the smartly described settings into which alcoholic ex-NYPD detective Dov Taylor must delve to find a stolen 72-carat diamond intended as the dowry of the Satmarer rebbe's daughter, who will unite two long-feuding clans when she marries the son of the Lubavitcher rebbe. For both the spirit and the clues to solve the crime, Dov reaches back to his 19th-century Polish ancestor, the zaddik (righteous man) of Orlik, in a lengthy digression involving the diamond's provenance and a disastrous plot to win Napoleon's protection for the Jews. The present-day disposal of the jewel in the finale will strike some as contrived, but the book has many compensations. Rosenbaum's West 47th St. is as authentic as Gerald Browne's 11 Harrowhouse (located in a similar district in London); the villains are nasty on a grand, gory scale; and Dov's struggle with booze is as gritty as Matt Scudder's is in Lawrence Block's A Ticket to the Boneyard . For goyim , there's a glossary of Yiddish and Hebrew.
Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

From Library Journal

The 72-carat Seer's stone, intended as the dowry for a marriage uniting two Hasidic sects, has been stolen. Three members of the Hasidic community have been ritualistically murdered. To recover the diamond, Rabbi Jacob Kalman, a Lubavitcher, enlists reluctant Dov Taylor, a former New York police officer, recovering alcoholic, and descendant of 19th-century Hasidic zaddik (holyman) Hirsh Lieb of Orlik. Taylor fights against becoming too involved, but in solving the mystery, he rediscovers and accepts his heritage. The setting for this well-written and well-researched story is fascinating; the author takes the reader to New York's diamond district and delves inside the world of the Hasidim, revealing its rituals, beliefs, mysticism, and history. A short glossary is included, though many Yiddish and Hebrew words are defined in the text. Recommended for readers who enjoy unusual thrillers.
- Karen Stewart, Colorado Legislative Council Lib., Denver
Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback
• Publisher: Mysterious Press; 1st THUS edition (August 1, 1994)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0446403229
• ISBN-13: 978-0446403221
• Product Dimensions: 6.6 x 4.1 x 1.1 inches
• Shipping Weight: 8 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #944,179 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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18 of 18 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars From New York reality to stetl mysticism -- and back again , February 20, 2005

By	Rabbi Yonassan Gershom (Minnesota, USA) - See all my reviews (TOP 500 REVIEWER)

This novel starts out as a typical cop story, with the gruesome ritual murder of a Hasidic diamond dealer and his secretary in New York City. The official detective on the scene is a clueless and rather antisemitic gentile who is not likely to ever solve the murders -- and the Hasidim know this. So they hire David Taylor, a Jewish ex-cop who has been studying Hasidism with a Lubovitcher rabbi in an attempt to find his roots. He's not a pious Jew by any means, but he does know enough about the Hasidic culture to open doors that would be closed to the gentile cop.

The motive for the murders is a flawless 72-carat diamond -- a magnificent stone that nobody in the diamond business has even seen, but which definitely exists. It belongs to the Satmarer Rebbe, a Hasidic leader who was planning to include it in his daughter's dowry. She is betrothed to the adopted son of the Lubavitcher Rebbe. (A fictional character -- there is no such son. The surname of the Rebbe, "Seligman," is also fictional. The real Lubovitcher's name was Schneerson.) This is a highly controversial marriage between two powerful warring sects, and there are plenty of people -- mafia, Israeli agents, ex-Nazis, ex-KGBs, greedy dealers, a murderous psychopath -- who want to stop this alliance and/or get their hands on that valuable diamond.

That's the hard-boiled cop part. As the story develops, an element of magical realism enters the picture. The murdered man was a Satmarer, and Taylor must meet with the Satmarer Rebbe and receive his blessing if he is to get any information out of the community. What follows is a very strange interview. The Rebbe refuses to talk directly to Taylor because he is a sinner, and speaks, instead, to David's saintly ancestor, Reb Hirsh Leib. Is this the bigotry of a mad religious fanatic -- or is the Rebbe REALLY speaking to the soul of Taylor's great-great-great grandfather? From this point on, mysticism becomes entwined with realism. The point is repeatedly made that "There is no before or after in Torah." In the mind of God, past and present are intertwined.

In Part Two of the novel, Taylor is transported in a vision to Hirsh Leib's world in 18th-century Eastern Europe, where we learn the origins of the diamond, it's connection to Taylor's ancestor, Hirsh Leib -- and a lot of other things I won't tell you about now. This knowledge, in turn helps Taylor solve the murders in Part Three -- and much more.

The book is well-written and tightly plotted, with plenty of twists and turns that will keep you reading far into the night. However, there were too many graphic scenes (definitely X-rated) and some bloopers about Hasidic culture, which is why I am docking it a star. Most of the bloopers were relatively minor, but still... (Writers of this kind of novel really should hire a Hasidic copy editor. The publishers' editors seem to be generally clueless and just don't catch the errors.)

One of the more baffling bloopers was the statement that Hasidim do not consult doctors. Not true. Even weirder is that the family involved (who were childless but would not see a fertility specialist) are supposed to be Lubovitchers, the most "modern" of all the Hasidim. In real life, the Lubovitcher Rebbe was very interested in medical advances and often referred his followers to specialists, ESPECIALLY for fertility issues. My guess is, regarding this blooper, that the author read old accounts of how Rebbe Nachman of Breslov discouraged his Hasidim from seeing doctors. True. But Rebbe Nachman was writing in the 18th century -- at a time when doctors did not even wash their hands before surgery. In those days, hospitals were places where people went to die. Nowadays, Breslover Hasidim (and others) do consult doctors, although they also stress that all healing ultimately comes from God.

A few other bloopers were: (1) Reb Teitel's four kitchens for "Meat, dairy, Shabbos, and Passover." There would be no reason to have a separate kitchen for Shabbos (the Sabbath.) If he did have four kitchens, they would be "meat" and "dairy" for Passover, and "meat" and "dairy" for the rest of the year. (2) the big-screen TV that the Lubovitchers set up outside their headquarters on Simchas Torah. This would be a no-no on that holiday, because electronic equipment such as TVs and cameras cannot be operated on the holy days. The author must have confused Simchat Torah with Saturday night after the Sabbath, when the Lubovitcher Rebbe did broadcast his sermons on satellite TV. (3) Wishing each other "gut yontif" before the Sabbath. The correct phrase is "gut Shabbos." (4) Using "Reb" as a stand-alone noun. "Reb" is a title that ALWAYS goes with a name -- one does not say "The Reb said," anymore than one says "the Mr. said." And "Reb" is NOT synonymous with Rebbe. A Rebbe is the leader of a Hasidic sect. "Reb" is a Yiddish honorific that can be applied to any male Jew as a sign of respect -- rather like saying "sir" to a superior.

In spite of these bloopers, the author did do his homework and even included a glossary of Hebrew and Yiddish terms for the uninitiated. The characters in the flashback section are all based on historical figures, with the exception of Hirsch Leib, who is, in the author's words, "a composite figure based on several Hasidic masters."

6 of 7 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Brilliant and original!, June 15, 1999

By A Customer

The book is a stunning mix of hard boiled crime fiction and magical realism. In addition, it provides a thorough education into the worlds of Chassidism and the diamond trade. No matter what your persuasion, you'll find it fascinating.

5 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars An Amazing Ride!!, April 4, 1997

By A Customer

This book is an unusual combination of mystery and Hasidic folk-tales. The protagonist, Dov Taylor is a Jewish recovering alchoholic and ex-policeman whose life has fallen apart and who is experimenting with searching for his Jewish roots. The mystery centers around an enormous diamond and several murders that are committed in the New York diamond district because of it. Old Nazis, the mob, and the Israeli secret service all seem to be involved. Mid-way through the novel, the detective has a dream or regression into a former life in 18th century Poland as the history of the diamond is revealed (Hasidic masters and Napoleon are involved!!!) To risk cliche, this book is a real page-turner and difficult to put down. My only complaint is that the cause for the detective's alcoholism (he accidentally shot and killed a child) and his involvement with AA seem to have been directly lifted from Lawrence Block's Matt Scudder novels. Otherwise this is a fascinating read.