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Sacrifice of Isaac - Softcover

Gordon, Neil

 
9780553576351: Sacrifice of Isaac
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0553576356 ISBN 13: 9780553576351
Verlag: Import, 1997

Inhaltsangabe

Mit dem Tod des Vaters nimmt das Leben des jungen Luke Benami eine jähe Wende. Zwei Tagebücher des alten Benami, er gilt als einer der Gründerväter des modernen Israels, sind verschwunden, und auf der Suche nach ihnen, die manches enthalten, was nicht an die Öffentlichkeit gelangen sollte, wird Luke zum Jäger und Gejagten. "'Das Vermächtnis' ist intelligent, gut geschrieben und von außergewöhnlicher Sicherheit und Reife... Man wird völlig in Bann geschlagen von den immer tiefer reichenden Rätseln, die dieses Buch aufgibt." (New York Times Book Review.)

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ix-year-old Luke Benami, life has always been a study in absolutes: black and white, good and evil, truth and lies. A father hailed as a national hero, a pioneer in the birth of Israel. A brother scorned as an army deserter, a criminal on the run. But his father's sudden death will change everything Luke has ever known or believed...about his father, his history, his homeland.

Searching for his estranged brother, Luke finds only Danni's lover in Paris and his business partner in Florence, both claiming to know nothing of his whereabouts. Danni has undertaken his own quest, into the heart of a dark secret that has long haunted the family. It will become Luke's quest too, taking them both into a dangerous world of moral ambiguity, desperate choices, and profound betrayal.

Spellbinding and provocative, Sacrifice of Isaac is the stunning debut of a remarkable talent.

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This is what Luke told me.

That one winter he lost his much-feared father and found his long-lost brother. Then he lost his brother again. And found his father.

This is what Luke told me. That he lost his father in the bitter rain of a Jerusalem winter and found his brother in the blossoming of a Paris spring. And when he found him, on a warm dawn of a black night, he shot at him with his brother's own gun and the bullet dropped his brother like a split bag of sand to the shadows of the street.

Now Luke had killed twice. Two killings, years apart and in different countries. But as the report of the gun rolled away between the rows of houses and the neighborhood dogs began to bark, as his brother spilled to the ground and, far in the distance, sirens began to whine, Luke felt he had killed only once: a double fratricide witnessed by the same howling dogs on the same endless night.

This is what Luke told me. That then, suddenly, he was sure neither whom he had found nor whom he had lost at all.

We talked for an afternoon, a night, and then a morning. Afternoon, relentlessly hot on the steerage deck of the ship moving across the Aegean, above the squint of the turquoise water stretching ahead. Luke in profile against the high Grecian sky: a beaked nose over a sharp jaw; a bony, sunburned forehead; jet black hair sweeping upward from a high line, a wound healing above one pale cheek. Eating the food I bought him, hungrily; drinking the wine. Filthy, incessantly smoking thin cigars from a blue tin as he talked.

And then night across a small table in the ship's deserted dining room. Outside the porthole the great harvest moon casting a wake of silver into the shifting fields of black.

Then a morning hotly ripening to noon, watching anxiously as Naxos, then Amorgos draw close, then pass: great bulks sleeping in the sun, on the rippling surface of blue as the ship draws to the final call.

And this is what he told me, in his low, scholar's voice, his wide mouth picking and pronouncing the German words with the practiced precision of a foreign language learned well: that looking for the brother he had murdered, he traveled south through the blooming of a European spring, from Paris, to hot Italy, and there he found the father he had lost. And that guided by a dead father, looking for a murdered son, he traveled over the Adriatic to the Ionian and on into the always strengthening sun. Always more south, always more summer, and always, always more lost.

And in the end he found me.

He told me he would never again mind being lost. For when you know where you are going, then you are your own guide. But when you are lost, really and truly lost, so lost that you no longer know even where you meant to go, then--and only then--is born the possibility that somebody will take you there.

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Verlag
Import
Erscheinungsdatum
1997
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0553576356
ISBN 13 
9780553576351
Einband
Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
337
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