Hope and despair, intimacy and vastness balance in "In the Image."
Reading Dara Horn’s novel, In the Image, is like walking on a beach.
If you focus on the details, you see shells and cabochons of surf-blasted glass. You smell the salty tang of the breeze that ruffles your hair. You feel the sand scouring your feet.
If you take the long view, you see the pulse of tides and blue-green water that touches every inch of shoreline on every continent. The vast connectedness of it humbles you.
Horn’s many-layered story ripples out from the lives of William Landsmann and Leora, his late granddaughter’s best friend. (The granddaughter, Naomi, was killed in a hit-and run accident in the New Jersey suburbs.) The book looks at Landsmann’s past – and Leora’s present.
Where this could have been just another tale of the Jewish immigrant experience, Horn takes it on one unexpected twist after another. For example, Landsmann’s grandmother, Leah, immigrates back to Eastern Europe when her young, new husband dies tragically in a New York fire.
Her son abandons his emotionally ill wife to a Nazi hospital and certain death. He survives the Holocaust as a free man living on the fringes of war-torn Vienna and Amsterdam where predators and prey struggle. By turns, he ignores and abuses his son, William.
After writing a river of letters to family in America, he is sponsored by a cousin. She, though not unsympathetic, expects him to do honest work in her business. The dullness wilts his spirit. At the local Jewish center, other survivors dismiss him because he was never in a camp. One day, he kills himself.
By contrast, Leora’s first boyfriend, Jason, a soccer jock, comes from such a secular Jewish family he cannot even identify a Chasidic Jewish family he sees one. By the end of the book, he is a Chasidic Jew, working in his father-in-law’s diamond business.
Leora meets her fiancé, Jake, at a Spinoza lecture in Amsterdam. Their attraction and affection is touching and full of promise. Unknowingly, Jake buys the diamond for Leora’s engagement ring from Jason.
Early in the book, an old man with dementia – Mr. Rosenthal – repeatedly tells a young volunteer to become a deep-sea diver: “Deep sea divers, they go and get things back from the bottom of the ocean, don’t they?”
Mr. Rosenthal then describes how -- as the ship that brought him to America entered New York harbor -- people thronged out of steerage. Mr. Rosenthal thought they wanted to see the Statue of Liberty. When he got closer, he saw they were throwing their tefillin overboard “because tefillin were something from the Old World, and here in the New World they didn’t need them anymore.”
As her wedding approaches, Leora has a dream in which she dives into the waters around Manhattan. As she goes deeper, she sees wondrous things left behind by those who went before -- things she desperately wants to save.
In the Image ends with hope. Despite the tsuris of the past, it’s clear that Jewish life is alive and vital. What many Jewish immigrants turned their backs on, their grandchildren and great-grandchildren are rediscovering and treasuring.