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Richard Zimler - Hunting midnight

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From the internationally bestselling author of The Last Kabbalist of Lisbon comes a novel of incomparable scope and beauty that takes the reader on an epic journey from war-ravaged nineteenth-century Europe to antebellum America. A bereft child, a freed African slave, and the rich history of Portugals secret Jews collide memorably in Richard Zimlers mesmerizing novel--a dazzling work of historical fiction played out against a backdrop of war and chaos that unforgettably mines the mysteries of devotion, betrayal, guilt, and forgiveness.Hunting MidnightAt the dawn of the nineteenth century in Portugal, John Zarco Stewart is an impish child of hotheaded emotions and playful inquisitiveness, the unwitting inheritor of a faith shrouded in three hundred years of secrecy--for the Jews of the Iberian Peninsula have been in hiding since the Inquisition. But a season of loss and bitter discovery brings his innocence to an abrupt end. It is only the ministrations of a magical stranger, brought to Porto by his seafaring father, that restore his safety: Midnight, an African healer and freed slave, the man who will become Johns greatest friend and determine the course of his destiny.When Napoleons armies invade Portugal, violence again intrudes on Johns fragile peace, and seals his passage into adulthood with another devastating loss. But from the wreckage comes revelation as he uncovers truths and lies hidden by the people he loved and trusted most, and discovers the act of unspeakable betrayal that destroyed his family--and his faith. And so his shattering quest begins as he travels to America, to hunt for hope in a land shackled by unforgivable sin.With stunning insight and an eye for rich historical detail--from the colorful marketplaces of Porto to the drowsy plantations of the American South, from the Judaism John discovers as a young man to the mystical Africa that Midnight conjures from his memories--in Hunting Midnight Richard Zimler has crafted a masterpiece.

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Praise for Hunting Midnight:

Zimler is always an exhilaratingly free writer, free of ordinary taboos Hunting Midnight shows Zimler now at the height of his powers. The plot is worked out beautifully.

London Magazine

Zimlers writing is pacey and accessible without ever patronishing the reader; deeply moving without descending into schmaltz.

Martin Bright, Observer

Zimler has this spark of genius, which critics cant explain but readers recognise, and which every novelist desires but few achieve.

Michael Eaude, Independent

I defy anyone to put this book down. Its a wonderful novel: a big, bold-hearted love story that will sweep you up and take you, uncomplaining, on a journey full of heartbreak and light.

Nicholas Shakespeare, author of Bruce Chatwin and The Dancer Upstairs

An historically rich exploration of important ethical issues and an exciting read as well.

Peter Singer, bestselling author of Animal Liberation and One World: The Ethics of Globalization

Reading Hunting Midnight was like discovering a rare gem. Richard Zimler is a brilliant author with a touch of genius. Ive never met a character who touched my heart the way John did

Rendezvous Magazine (USA)

In his compelling and deeply moving novel, Zimler weaves a gorgeous tapestry of rich historical and imaginative detail, in which the human spirit transcends even the darkest abuses and betrayals. The unforgettable characters of Hunting Midnight will break and mend your heart.

Elizabeth Rosner 2002 Ribalow Jewish fiction prize-winning author of The Speed of Light

A wonderful novel that spans generations and crosses continents, told with an unforgettable narration. An epic story that through a quest for personal identity carries the reader into the mysterious world of the secret Jews of Portugal in the 19th century. Better than any history text I know, it contains all the ingredients of a bestseller, to the great delight of Zimlers fans including me!

Esther Benbassa, author of The Jews of France and Sephardic Jewry

An earnest and deliberate thriller of family secrets, [featuring] florid prose, adventure and mystery.

Kirkus Reviews

Shocking colorful absorbing.

Publishers Weekly

Some reviews of The Last Kabbalist of Lisbon:

A fascinating novel with spellbinding subject matter.

Elle

Drenched in atmosphere and period detail.

The Wall Street Journal

Zimler [is] a present-day scholar and writer of remarkable erudition and compelling imagination, an American Umberto Eco.

Francis King, Spectator

A riveting literary murder mystery, his novel is also a harrowing picture of the persecution of 16th-century Jews and, in passing, an atmospheric introduction to the hermetic Jewish tradition of the Kabbalah.

Independent on Sunday

To all those who fought to end the abomination of slavery in the United States and southern Africa. And to Midnight and his people.

Grateful thanks to my editor, Samantha Bruce-Benjamin, for her extraordinary passion, intelligence, generosity and hard work.

Thanks too, to Cynthia Cannell for her loyalty and enthusiasm, and to Kate Miciak for her faith and support.

It is sometimes a difficult job reading an early draft of a novel, and I am grateful to Douglas Herring, Ruth G. Zimler, Michael Rakusin, and Alexandre Quintanilha for their invaluable comments .

I am forever in debt to Laurens van der Post, whose books first started me hunting for Midnight, and to authors too numerous to name for their wonderful historical research.

Special thanks to Alex, who like this book links three continents.

A fierce wind was driving the rain in off the sea as I made my way home across - photo 1

A fierce wind was driving the rain in off the sea as I made my way home across the slippery cobblestone streets of my beloved city of Porto.

It was May of 1798, a month after my seventh birthday. Carefully tucked away inside my cane basket were two scrolls of indigo muslin that I had agreed to fetch for my mother but only in exchange for a favor, I have to confess. If this rain were to splash so much as an inch of her fabric, she would grumble to herself all evening and refuse to make me my favorite sweet. Hence, not so much for the continued protection of the goods themselves as for the sake of my sweet tooth, I sought out shelter.

A certain inherited distrust of all things religious prompted me to choose Senhor Davids old bookshop, rather than the whitewashed chapel next door, as a place to wait out the storm. As I entered through the low doorway, David encouraged me to leave my basket behind his writing desk and to remove my sodden boots, which he dangled over the iron railing by his fireplace.

Senhor David, I asked, may I go to the British Isles?

Off with you, lad! he said, smiling.

I dashed over the creaking wooden floor to the musty back room where he kept his treasure trove of English books, which Father and I had referred to as the British Isles for as long as I could remember.

I ought to explain that although I was born in Porto, a provincial city of sixty-five thousand souls in the north of Portugal, Father had had the honor as he so often referred to it of having been born a Scotsman. I was not yet aware of it, but when I spoke English, I had a distinctly Scottish accent.

Of tightly packed shelving, mildew, and thread-legged spiders these British Isles were blessed in abundance but, alas, they boasted nary a decent window save for the small octagonal skylight in the low, sagging ceiling. The rain was pelting down on its yellowing glass, creating a pattering din, rather like mice scampering.

It was so dark that I could barely see my own hands, and I was just considering asking for a candle when the sun suddenly peeked through the clouds, illuminating a bookshelf against the wall. Stepping closer, I could see that one of the titles was embossed in glittering gold letters TheFoxFables. As no authors name was printed on the binding and since I was given to flights of fancy, I imagined that a clever fox had written them himself.

I shooed away Hercules, the calico cat whom Senhor David kept to chase off rats, plopped down on the sawdust of the floor, and opened the book. Inside, thick yellowing pages bore colorful drawings of dogs, cats, monkeys, elephants, and many other animals a Noahs Ark of sorts. I was so excited by my find that I could read only the opening sentences of each story. Wishing to inquire its price of Senhor David, yet dreading the prospect of a sum beyond my means, I stood up to consider my options. That was when a single sheet of blue-tinted paper, delicate as a butterflys wing, fell from the books pages, fluttering down to finally settle on my right foot.

I picked it up and glanced around surreptitiously. Senhor David was sitting at his desk, smoking his pipe, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his bald head while studying a large map. Hercules had curled up in his lap.

I crept into the darkest corner of the room and saw that I held a letter written in elegant script, addressed to a woman named Lcia. It began, Mybeloved,willyouthinkmetooboldifIweretosaythatIfallintothearmsofslumbereachandeverynightimaginingyourhandovermyheart?

Next I read of moist lips, moonlight, fainting spells, and orange blossoms. I recognized the word

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