The Yiddish Policemen's Union
For sixty years Jewish refugees and their descendants have prospered in the Federal District of Sitka, a "temporary" safe haven created in the wake of the Holocaust and the shocking 1948 collapse of the fledgling state of Israel. The Jews of the Sitka District have created their own little world... show more
For sixty years Jewish refugees and their descendants have prospered in the Federal District of Sitka, a "temporary" safe haven created in the wake of the Holocaust and the shocking 1948 collapse of the fledgling state of Israel. The Jews of the Sitka District have created their own little world in the Alaskan panhandle, a vibrant and complex frontier city that moves to the music of Yiddish. But now the District is set to revert to Alaskan control, and their dream is coming to an end. Homicide detective Meyer Landsman of the District Police has enough problems without worrying about the upcoming Reversion. His life is a shambles, his marriage a wreck, his career a disaster. And in the cheap hotel where Landsman has washed up, someone has just committed a murder—right under his nose. When he begins to investigate the killing of his neighbor, a former chess prodigy, word comes down from on high that the case is to be dropped immediately, and Landsman finds himself contending with all the powerful forces of faith, obsession, evil, and salvation that are his heritage. At once a gripping whodunit, a love story, and an exploration of the mysteries of exile and redemption, The Yiddish Policemen's Union is a novel only Michael Chabon could have written.
Publish date: May 1st 2007
Publisher: Harper Perennial
Pages no: 411
Edition language: English
I liked and disliked different aspects of this book. This is a detective noir-type story, set in an alternate version of Alaska where most of the Jews were resettled after World War II and have built a Yiddish community. Despite the alternate history setting, this doesn’t have any science fiction ...
I’ll admit that I more or less gave up on reading this book on page twenty-six, when I was completely overwhelmed by the prospect of sitting through hours and hours and almost four hundred more pages of what I had read so far. So I started skimming, reading a sentence or two in this paragraph, then ...
It is not great, but it is not bad. Only 20% in and we already got a feel on the Jewish department feel about their "reconstruction". 3 and a half stars working its way up. So far, 40% of the book is finished and yet we are not getting closer to the killer. We found out the victim was the so...
in the mad, slipstream flow of words that this 'review' will consist of, one might suppose the only animating concept or ideology is that of volume above all. "quantity has its own quality," said, apocryphally, Mao, leading to such military humor as "how many Chinese hordes came over the ridgeline t...
"Nobody has that much weight," Landsman says. "Not even the Verbover rebbe." Berko ducks his head and gives his shoulders a half-shrug, as if he doesn't want to say anything more lest terrible forces be unleashed, scourges and plagues and holy tornadoes. "Just because you don't believe in miracl...