Pontius Pilate

“By turns enchanting, learned, urbane, nimble, touching, caustic and playful . . . As a portrait of a flawed man caught up in the adventure of being good, it is both sobering and inspiring. As an indirect portrait of Jesus, it is unique.”—The Providence Journal

“Triumphant . . . It is Wroe’s achievement that her Pilate, cloaked in infamy, connects at almost every turn, in his humdrum humanity, to her readers.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer

“Pontius Pilate is a veritable treasure trove of history, legend, fascinating information and thought-provoking speculation.”—The Christian Science Monitor

“A splendid biography of Pontius Pilate and of the Pilate myth, meticulous and eloquent. In the course of this account, the reader discovers in a new way that evil and good are often deeply and mysteriously complementary.”—Karen Armstrong
 
“Wroe’s large fund of knowledge and her beautiful ability to wed a carefully collected fact with a credible and illuminating speculation is plainly superior to the skills of all her [predecessors]. What [she] has given us . . . is ample cause for thanks.”—The New York Times Book Review

“Dazzling . . . startlingly poetic and compelling.”—Los Angeles Times

 “A rich narrative . . . that invites the reader to imagine what sort of man stood in the presence of Jesus and dared to ask, ‘What is truth?’”—The Oregonian

“Brilliant . . . her writing is so large in its appetites and so accomplished in its execution. . . . It’s a Pilate for our time. . . . It disturbs even as it delights.”—Toronto Globe and Mail

“Imaginative . . . This book makes Pilate a vivid figure not only in his own time but for the succeeding centuries as well.”—Parade

“Wroe’s power is to make us feel the hard light and broken stone, the heat and dust of Jerusalem. . . . Supple, wise, deeply felt, an exact balance of fact and poetry. Whatever your faith or belief, this book won’t fail to move you.”—Rocky Mountain News (Denver)

“Profound and beautifully written . . . Wroe’s book is a work of real imaginative literature.”—The New York Review of Books