Pearl in the Sand is an exceptionally readable retelling of
the Rahab story from the Book of Joshua in the Bible.
Rahab is sold into prostitution in the booming and lawless
metropolis of Jericho at the tender age of 15 when her farming family becomes
destitute. There, she works her way up
to become the key innkeeper in the city,
having earned enough money to build her own inn within the bordering
infamous walls of the great city centre.
The more Rahab hears about the one true God of the Hebrews, the more
curious she becomes. Having always been
conflicted by her forced profession, she wonders if there is a God of
compassion to withstand the pagan gods of the temples peppering her town. When
two Hebrew spies arrive at her inn, Rahab is met with a choice: act in a great
and dangerous leap of faith, or ensure her comfort and safety and wealth are
retained.
Unlike most fictionalized accounts of Rahab’s famous Old
Testament story, the famous portion of Rahab and the spies takes only the first
third of the book. From there, we are
walked through Rahab’s joining of the Israelites, immersing herself in their
faith, eyeing from distance the great battles fought between Hebrews and foes
and her growing attraction with great military leader, Salmone.
Both Rahab and Salmone are the crux of the story and are
both equally well-developed: their lives and budding relationship interspersed
with the great canvas which highlights the many famous acts and stories
surrounding Joshua: from the tumbling of the walls by trumpeting fervor,
through Aichan’s sin and some of the great battles fought, to the day the sun
stood still. Joshua, a well-rounded
peripheral character and sage voice offers many intriguing moments of illicit
faith. I applaud Tessa Afshar for colouring the story in such a
unique light and focusing on tenets of the book usually left un-realized in
other fictionalized versions of the tale.
Afshar is very confident in how her painting and portrayal of a troubled
relationship will offer a great light when mended and string a strong lineage
(from Rahab and Salmone’s son Boaz onward ) to the coming of Christ in the New
Testament. Afshar’s research is evident
and I was captivated by the tent rituals of the Hebrew women, the focus on hospitalization
and medicine after the gory battles of the field and the day-to-day life of a
burgeoning nation as it struggled to find its own place ----away from the long
provided-manna and leadership of Moses, leaving the wilderness years long
behind. I must also commend Afshar’s
battle sequences. They were wonderfully rendered and were very realistic. I felt my heart pulsing as she cited almost
immeasurable odds.
Great Biblical fiction can do well at extrapolating an
imagined (and believable ) backstory to a few verses blatantly transcribed. I felt deeply for Rahab and her insecurities
about her impurity and her past and her desire to become worthy of the God who
will save her and the new husband who obviously loves her, no matter his initial
reticence to wholly embrace her past. This was a strong theme painted and very
encouraging to those of us who doubt how an unconditional love could reach
us. Stronger in thematic depth and
precision, I preferred the backlight to
this story to the famous (overhyped?) Redeeming Love: a grandiose re-setting of
a popular tale.
The book, however, is not completely without fault. Afshar errs at breaking tone and timbre by
inserting decidedly distracting modern humour and sarcasm. Characters are said to “roll their eyes” and
some of their familiar interactions complete detract from the verisimilitude
surging through so much of the book.
Indeed, I ended up rolling my eyes. Afshar was forced in these moments
trying so hard to mete her characters with human warmth and frailty: but rather
than eliciting a smile, they just made me cringe in awkwardness. That being said, 75% percent of the novel
was expertly penned, the dialogue ( when not straining to match the perceived
need for audience humour )_ was acute and the historical detail was
fascinating.
1 comment:
I need to read this like yesterday...
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