In the tradition of Isabel Allende's The House of the Spirits and Amy Tan's The
Joy Luck Club, Shifra Horn's beautifully imagined and lavishly told debut novel
tells the story of four generations of women in one family against the background
of 100 years in Jerusalem.
The story begins at the end, with Amal, the fourth generation, whose husband deserted her after the birth of their first-born son. Her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother are overjoyed because the birth of a healthy boy means that the curse against the women of heir family has been broken: there is no daughter to inherit it. "Come, listen," they say to Amal, "listen to the story of the family's 'four mothers' and the story of the curse that foreshadowed each father's disappearance. Be comforted by your foremothers in blood and in spirit."
There is Mazal, the orphan, whose ill-fated marriage initiates the curse; her daughter Sara, the most beautiful girl in the village whose golden hair becomes a symbol for her mysterious ability to heal; Sara's daughter Pnina-Mazal, the unwanted child whose talent for knowing others' thoughts brings her both joy and sorrow; and her daughter Geula, Amal's mother, whose razor-sharp intellect and idealism is both her gift and her cross to bear.
Epic in scope, mysterious, rich in the magical realism of fable and the folklore
of legend, Four Mothers is a masterpiece of storytelling to be cherished.
Discussion Questions:
Over one hundred and fifty years ago Sarah, the second mother and main character, was born in Jerusalem. It is said of her that she was the hand- somest woman in Jerusalem and some even claim the handsomest woman in the country, perhaps even in the entire world. She was also well known as a healer. It was said that the rose water she distilled could alleviate the pain of both body and soul.
I do not know if there ever was such a woman as Sarah, a woman who was both a beauty and a healer, but many of my readers believe that such a woman indeed lived In the city many years ago. After the book reached the stores I received many requests from barren women who asked me to describe In full detail the directions to Sarah's grave so they could receive her blessing.
But even if I try and provide precise directions, I do not believe the grave can be found. It does not exist, just as Jerusalem-born Grandmother Sarah is a figment of my imagination.
It could be said that my richest source of inspiration Is the city of Jerusalem, because It is a city to which one cannot remain indifferent. You may love it or hate it, but you cannot remain indifferent. It is a city in which imagination and reality intertwine and intermingle, a city where one can never know where reality begins or imagination continues. Surely life here is like life in an unreal bubble in which everything and anything can happen in a medley of events, part of which are recorded in history books and many others related to us as fairytales.
This illusory city is a city of hard rocks, steaming passions, Lilliths and evil spirits, superstitions and false prophets, bearded Yeshiva students and primal beauties. All these, with the addition of historical events, unique places, streets and houses, have become an inseparable part of my life and permeated Four Mothers.