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This books (Disobedience: A Novel [PDF]) Made by Naomi Alderman About Books By the age of 32, Ronit has left London and transformed. Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers A small, close-knit Orthodox Jewish community in London is the setting for a revealing look at. TEMPLE SINAI LIBRARY BOOK CLUB. AUGUST 8, AUGUST 8, 00 AM. DISOBEDIENCE. DISOBEDIENCE by. Naomi Alderman.

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From the author of The Power, winner of the Baileys Women's Prize for Fiction Naomi Alderman's Disobedience is an insightful and witty novel on the. Disobedience by Naomi Alderman. Touchstone Publishers. Women's League for Conservative Judaism. Riverside Drive, Suite New York, NY READ|Download [PDF] Disobedience: A Novel Download by - Naomi Alderman ONLINE ebook free trial Get now.

With an OverDrive account, you can save your favorite libraries for at-a-glance information about availability. Find out more about OverDrive accounts. Naomi Alderman's Disobedience is an insightful and witty novel on the search for love, tolerance and faith. By the age of 32, Ronit has left London and transformed her life. She has become a cigarette-smoking, wise-cracking, New York career woman, who is in love with a married man. But when Ronit's father dies she is called back into the very different world of her childhood, a world she thought she had left far behind.

Back for the first time in years, Ronit can feel the disapproving eyes of the community. Now Esti is married to Dovid, and Ronit is shocked by how different they both seem, and how much greater the gulf between them is. Get a FREE e-book by joining our mailing list today!

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She has worked as an editor and game designer, and spent several years living in New York. She grew up in the Orthodox Jewish community in Hendon, the neighborhood in London where she now lives.


Her debut is about two women who were teen lovers in north London's orthodox Jewish community. Move over Zadie Smith. A loving anger feeds its critique of the UK's orthodox Jewish society, and its split narrative—which points to a culture clash as absurd as a lunch date between Moses and Sandra Bernhard—edges towards acceptance, hope and a middle ground.

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Download pdf. Remember me on this computer. Enter the email address you signed up with and we'll email you a reset link. Need an account? Click here to sign up. Help Center Find new research papers in: The Rav broke off, coughing violently, a sickly bubbling sound in his chest. Several of the men strained to move to him, but he waved them back. He breathed heavily and continued. The Torah itself. A book.

Hashem could have given us a painting, or a sculpture, a forest, a creature, an idea in our minds to explain His world. But He gave us a book.

He paused and looked around the hall, scanning the silent faces. When the pause had gone on just a little too long, the Rav raised his hand and banged it loudly on the lectern.

To speak, as He speaks! Of all the creatures on earth, only we can speak. What does this mean? Our words are, in a sense, real. They can create worlds and destroy them. They have edges, like a knife. The Rav brought his arm around in a sweeping motion, as though wielding a scythe. He smiled. Let us not forget that, either. Our words are more than empty breath, but they are not Torah.

Torah contains the world. Torah is the world. Do not forget, my children, that all of our words, all of our stories, can only, at best, amount to a commentary on a single verse of the Torah. The Rav turned to Dovid and whispered a few words. Together, the two men walked down from the bimah and back to their seats. The congregation was silent. At last, gathering himself, the chazzan began to pray the Mussaf service.

He spoke slowly, but clearly and with power, as though he were hearing and appreciating the words for the first time. He sustains all living things with kindness, He gives the dead life with abundant mercy.

The congregation responded in kind, their responses becoming louder and clearer until they were speaking with one great voice. As the chazzan reached the kedushah, he began to sweat, his face was pale. Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh, Holy, holy holy is the Lord the people responded, raising themselves onto the balls of their feet, many feeling a little light-headed, perhaps through the heat.

And it was at that moment, when all were reaching up on their tiptoes to the Almighty, that a crash resounded in the hall, as though one of the mighty cedars of Lebanon had fallen. The men turned and the women craned. The congregation saw Rav Krushka, lying on his side, by his seat. He let out a long moan, but there was no movement in him except his left leg, twitching against the wooden bench, the knocks sounding loud and hollow around the synagogue. Hartog was the first to recover.

He ran to the Rav, pushing Dovid to one side. The other men looked confused for a moment. After a long moment, two of the young men started up and dashed toward the door, racing for the telephone. High above, Esti Kuperman stood still, although some of the other women were already making their way downstairs to see what should be done.

That he had pulled three or four men of the synagogue board to one side, that they were in conversation. She looked at her own bony fingers, curled around her siddur, the nails very white. And for an instant, she felt heavy damask wings stirring the air against her face. The beating wings might have surrounded her, moving more slowly, more heavily, circling and ascending infinitely slowly, bearing a far greater burden than the soul of one old, tired man with a shadow on his lung.


The breath had gone out of the room, and the beating wings were a pulse, growing fainter and fainter. Esti felt exhausted, unable to move. Esti started back from the rail and turned to stumble to the door of the stairwell.

She was faintly aware that some of the women were touching her, reaching out their arms to…stroke her? Support her? She continued toward the exit thinking only that she must go now, that there would be something she should do.

As she raced down the stairs, the rhythm of her steps echoed to the beat of her repeated thought: If this is so, then Ronit will be coming home.

Ronit is coming home. The night before, I dreamed about him. No, really. I knew him by his words. I dreamed about a huge room filled with books, floor to ceiling, the shelves stretching on and on farther and farther out, so that the harder I looked, the more that became visible at the limits of my sight. I realized that the books, and the words, were everything that was and everything that had ever been or would ever be. I started walking; my steps were silent, and when I looked down I saw that I was walking on words, that the walls and the ceiling and the tables and the lamps and the chairs were all words.

I came to a long, wide table. Table, it said. I am a table. All that I have ever been or ever will be is a table. And on the table was a book. And the book was him. But, appropriately enough, he was a book. The words on the cover were simple, good words.

And, like you do in a dream, I knew I should open the book. I put out my hand and opened it and read the first line. As I read it, the words echoed around the library. They said, like God said to Abraham: You are my chosen one. Leave this land and go to another place which I shall show you!

Disobedience: A Novel

Okay, so, I made that last part up. But the other stuff was genuine. I woke up with a headache, which I never get, but it was as if someone had dropped a dictionary on my skull during the night. And I stopped, almost jumped, because it was so close, and so unexpected.

So I turned to see who it was and lo, I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book, because there was a guy with a smart suit, a neatly trimmed beard, and a stack of flyers, clearly out to sign up some Jews for his one hundred percent top-quality religion.

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