I like reading important stories. I like reading
well-written stories even more. I even hope that 3 Through History (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/239509) is such a tale. When both needs are satisfied in one reading
experience, I like to make it clear to as many people as possible that I have
found a gem, a book that will live with the reader as a work of art and as a
collection of memorable scenes and unforgettable characters.
Such a book it Magic
Words, a meticulously researched historical novel by Gerald Kolpan (2012,
Pegasus). The title is a complex play on words. By themselves, the magic refers
to two magicians, an older and a much younger brother, who both used the same
stage name and between whom there was bad blood boiling, both personal and
professional, that extended to affairs of heart and bed, finally resulting in
the murder that opens and closes the book. The “words” belonged to the
protagonist and major character, Julius Meyer, whose rare gift for languages
earned him the title of Speaker of the Ponca Indians, that tribe that was
decimated in the Trail of Tears exile. As a phrase, the title captures the
power that words, language, and books
have always had for Jews, and when this particular Jew, Julius, finds the
Ponca, the phrase is transformed into a kind of prayer.
Kolpan sets himself a prodigious task. The mystery of the
murder at the beginning is only solved at the end, and then in such a way that
the reader is almost banging the book against the nightstand, demanding that
three new questions be answered. So if this were a mere whodunit, it would
stand up well. If it were the improbable story of the intrigue between two
brothers, several assistants, and other figures of nineteenth-century hocus-pocus
and illusion, the reader would be well-rewarded. But this narration informs us
of a timeless revelation into what it means to be Jewish, discovered only by
Julius One-Tongue Meyer after years of living at once an “egg-eater” and a
Ponca: “Sometimes, I imagine the Ponca
are this tribe that was lost to me all that time ago – my people returned from
wandering,” Julius tells his betrothed. Our wandering brings us closer to
ourselves, if only we can recognize the lost tribesman from whom we were
separated, literally or figuratively, so long ago.
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