She went back to the beginning and read the whole story. A child's horror story that must've given her nightmares, and that came back to her when Ableson said clay. It was called a golem and it was made of clay. It wasn't a man, but a monster shaped like a man. One day Rachel looking for canning jars in her attic, she comes across an old schoolbook of Jewish folklore, flips through it, then alights on something that piques her memory: Rachel read the first few paragraphs. It's at this point that the reader learns of the silent specter haunting the novel. All of this is written in a warm, knowing, familiar style-who doesn't find descriptions of Jewish home life and especially food, and all those Yiddish words peppering conversation, cozy and comforting?-but there is more darkness to come. She meets and begins to date well-to-do Allan, and spends time with new neighbor Willa Garner, a black woman who moves nearby with her doctor husband and their children, who take to Leah. She remains horror-struck by what happened to the boys who killed her husband, but slowly tries to regain her life. Time passes, and Rachel wonders about Hawkins, who'd been so close to the Levys prior to Adam's death. She has Adam's baby, names her Leah, and she and her father-in-law move away from the city and learn how to care for the baby together.
Part 2 is about Rachel Levy, Adam's widow.
Instead, he describes three maybe white men he saw outside that clubhouse, and a fourth: "Oh God," he moaned, "the fourth one was bigger." and improbably denotes a man nine feet tall and three feet wide.īut this is all only Part 1 of The Tribe. When a neighbor witness comes forward, Hawkins is afraid he'll describe Levy. Some of Hawkins's fellow officers mention the obvious but the impossible: that Levy, or Luria, or others of their "clan," are responsible for the murders ( "If you say that again," Hawkins says to one cop, "I'll tear your fucking head off."), but surely that is ludicrous. Hawkins retched and dropped the flashlight.
Femoral blood leaked slowly, marrow oozed out of smashed bone on the muddy cement floor. they are dead, smashed, broken, torn apart, in a graffitied room splashed with blood and, oddly, gray slime and mud smelling of a swamp. but then all five boys are found again in that clubhouse, only this time. Hawkins is angry and frustrated, doubts they'll do any kind of hard time if they even are convicted. Almost immediately five teenagers are picked up for Adam's murder, gang members who hung out in a filthy clubhouse, but the police find no evidence connecting them to Adam's murder.
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