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From the Nobel laureate and author of the masterly Night: a deeply felt, beautifully written novel of morality, guilt, and innocence.
Despite personal success, Yedidyah—a theater critic in New York City, husband to a stage actress, father to two sons—finds himself increasingly drawn to the past; as he reflects on his life, he longingly reminisces about the relationships he once had with the men in his family: his father, his uncle, his grandfather. But his longing takes on another aspect when he is assigned to cover the murder trial of a German expatriate named Werner Sonderberg. Sonderberg returned alone from a walk in the Adirondacks with an elderly uncle, whose lifeless body was soon retrieved from the woods. His plea is enigmatic: “Guilty . . . and not guilty.” But it strikes a chord in Yedidyah, plunging him into feelings that bring him harrowingly close to madness. As Sonderberg’s trial moves along a path of dizzying yet revelatory twists and turns, Yedidyah begins to understand his own family’s hidden past and finally liberates himself from the shadow it has cast over his life.
With his signature elegance and thoughtfulness, Wiesel has given us an enthralling psychological mystery, both vividly dramatic and profoundly emotional.
“From the first clear, simple sentence, melancholy hangs over the story, always permeating the author’s voice. . . . The theme of the Jew today confronting his own family history remains powerful.” —Booklist
“Wiesel’s latest novel is full of questions. . . . Is Sonderberg guilty? The answer is satisfying if not surprising, a good description of this musing, almost fablelike work.” —Library Journal
“Ambitious. . . . Compelling.” —Publishers Weekly
“Elie Wiesel continues to be a voice of modern humanity’s conscience with his latest work, a beautifully layered book. . . . Despite this work’s pensiveness, the author has a refreshing predilection for the unbelievable coincidences of life rather than the over-tired contrivances of most fiction. . . . The Nobel Laureate exploits his greatest strength: words beaming through the window that peers into the author’s soul. For a brief moment of holy catharsis, we become Wiesel.” —Francis RTM Boyle, Time Out New York