Praise for One Hundred Philistine Foreskins
“Shockingly daring and cuttingly brilliant…dazzlingly allusive…” —Lilith
“Reich writes in long, looping sentences, with subclauses and piled–up details, packing phrases and names with biblical references and double meanings. The effect is dazzling. She’s also wickedly funny. As in her earlier novels, she brings wit and an edge to her portrayal of the dark sides of Jewish life. Here, she turns her satirical powers to religious fanaticism and the religious establishment, raising many great questions about the role of women.” —Jewish Woman Magazine
“Shibboleth–smashing satirist Reich (My Holocaust, 2007) wrestles with the crushing paradox of Judaism and many other religions—the denigration of women. Temima, a Jewish prodigy in Brooklyn, reads her way through the public library and the holy texts and becomes enraged by how women are universally “dismissed and excluded.” Add to that secret and appalling personal traumas, and Temima rebels, vowing never to marry. But matrimony is her ticket to Israel, where she becomes a radical “holy wise woman healer,” mother, and leader. Reich, who comes from a family of rabbis, spikes every churning, mesmerizing page in this riotous and righteous epic with acute reprisals of the Torah and Jewish customs, history, and conundrums while unspooling a deliriously inventive and barbed plot wild with sex, mysticism, politics, family betrayals, and wicked humor. With settings ranging from a former leper colony in Jerusalem to a tent city presided over by an African American ex–con claiming to be a descendant of one of the lost tribes, Reich’s consummately crafted tale of a female messianic revolutionary is gloriously brilliant, audacious, and resounding.” —Booklist
“A postmodern stew of pious rebellion.” —Publishers Weekly
“Out of Tova Reich’s untamed imagination — ferocious, searing, and always on the mark — bursts Temima, a prophetess both majestic and vulnerable, her vision teeming with biblical champions, harlots, and sages, who ascends out of a mundane and hurtful Brooklyn to holy veneration in Jerusalem.
True to its startling title, One Hundred Philistine Foreskins is a feminist novel like no other — tumultuous with pageantry and pregnancy, wisdom and farce, tenderness and fanaticism, wild faith and earthy folly. If Thomas Mann, with all his anthropological and scriptural vigor, had chosen, instead of Joseph the dreamer, a woman of similar powers and changes of fortune, he might have created Temima. In giving us a visionary Hebrew hero, Mann missed his chance at an oracular Hebrew heroine. But Tova Reich, herself a daring seer, has not.” —Cynthia Ozick
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