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A wise and deeply moving new novel by the bestselling author of "Jephte's Daughter". An elderly Manhattan matron with only a short time to live--who despairs at the thought of her only legacy being her apathetic granddaughters--is visited by a ghost who offers her a partnership.
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Overview

A wise and deeply moving new novel by the bestselling author of "Jephte's Daughter". An elderly Manhattan matron with only a short time to live--who despairs at the thought of her only legacy being her apathetic granddaughters--is visited by a ghost who offers her a partnership.
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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Each of Ragen's previous novels--Jephte's Daughter, Sotah and The Sacrifice of Tamar--focused on a family story within an insular orthodox Jewish community. Here, Ragen weaves an account of a contemporary, thoroughly assimilated New York Jewish family into that of their renowned Sephardic ancestor Hannah Mendes--a true historical personage who lived in Portugal during the 16th century. Through both sets of characters, Ragen examines questions of faith, responsibility and the urgent desire to ensure the continuation of a family line. Both current and historical narratives include tales of passion and romance, but the medieval tale is more literary and engaging. When, in the present, elderly, wealthy Catherine de Costa learns that she is dying, she wants to make sure that her 20-something granddaughters, Suzanne and Francesca, connect meaningfully with their heritage. Catherine manipulates them into searching for long-lost portions of Hannah's memoirs and sends them off to Europe where, as manuscript pages turn up, their ancestor's story begins to come alive. The memoirs include well-researched descriptions of the Spanish Inquisition as well as secret rituals practiced by medieval Jews who had been forced to convert to Christianity. As though fated, each sister meets an appropriate man, one a doctor, the other a professional manuscript hunter. Suspense rises as they each experience dreamlike visitations from Hannah that lead them to self-fulfillment and the embrace of their heritage. Although the plot is somewhat predictable, Ragan's forte is her ability to forge a connection between past and present, while the book adroitly addresses issues of faith and family. (Sept.)
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Suzanna and Francesca Abraham have never cared much about their Jewish heritage. But when their grandmother, Catherine da Costa, matriarch of an old Sephardic family, learns she is dying, she sets into motion a plan to bring her granddaughters back to their faith. Her scheme involves the lost pages of an ancient manuscript detailing the story of her family's exile from Spain during the Inquisition, including their false conversion to Christianity. The quest for the missing pages takes the sisters to Europe, where they meet the young men who will teach them about their roots and traditions and about love. The story told in the manuscript is brought to life by spirits and ghosts, especially that of Hannah Mendes, a real historical figure. Ragen (The Sacrifice of Tamar, LJ 9/15/94) beautifully articulates what Jews must do to survive in every generation. Highly recommended, especially for Jewish readers.--Barbara Maslekoff, Ohioana Lib., Columbus, OH
Kirkus Reviews
A 16th-century ghost helps her present-day descendant preserve the past, in a story by American-Israeli Ragen (The Sacrifice of Tamar, 1994, etc.) that's as much a heartfelt plea for continuity as a family saga. When 74-year-old Catherine da Costa is told that her illness is terminal, she finds herself worrying more about her family's future than about her own death. Catherine is the only descendant of Hannah Mendes (a real historical figure), who escaped the Spanish Inquisition, did business with kings, and enlarged an already great fortune made from the spice trade. Now the only heirs to whom Catherine can leave the family's relics'religious objects, Hannah's Hebrew Bible, a few pages of her memoirs'are her granddaughters Suzanne and Francesca. Catherine's daughter Janice married out of the faith and shows no interest in the ancestral past, but, unfortunately, the granddaughters aren't promising material, either: both, in their 20s, are alienated from the family, not religiously observant, have had unsatisfactory relationships, and are still unmarried. Then, while napping in her chair in her Fifth Avenue apartment, Catherine is visited by Hannah's ghost, who comes up with a plan to ensure the family's survival. Shamelessly holding out the promise of money, she meets with her granddaughters and asks them to indulge her by going to Europe to track down the remaining pages of Hannah's own memoirs, begun in 1574. Suzanne, more interested in good causes than family history, and the ever-practical Francesca, not one for the unplanned life, accept reluctantly, but soon find themselves caught up in the search. As the two young women travel, they have their own encounters with Hannah (herstory alternates with theirs), and both fall in love with very suitable Sephardic Jews'Gabriel, a doctor who shares Suzanne's humanitarian concerns, and bookseller Marius, who teaches Francesca to be more carefree. The future assured, Catherine and Hannah can depart in peace. A glossy celebration of culture and family, inevitably a tad schmaltzy but, like Ragen's previous work, an agreeable enough read.
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"Ragen's engrossing novel...shows how much a family's history affects its future." --Booklist

"Hannah's story makes a fascinating chunk of history digestable." --The San Francisco Bay Guardian

"This book engages the reader with its combination of history, passion, and spirituality...not to be missed." --Hadassah Magazine

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780684833934
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 9/22/1998
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 6.48 (w) x 9.68 (h) x 1.28 (d)

Meet the Author

Naomi Ragen is the author of novels including The Tenth Song, The Sacrifice of Tamar, Sotah, The Covenant, and The Saturday Wife. Her books are international bestsellers, and her weekly email columns on life in the Middle East are read by thousands of subscribers worldwide. Ragen attended Brooklyn College and earned her master’s in English from Hebrew University. An American, she has lived in Jerusalem since 1971. She was recently voted one of the three most popular authors in Israel.

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THE GHOST OF HANNAH MENDES (Chapter 1)

New York City, March 1996

The street felt cold after Dr. Emil Weinsweig, Jr.’s elegantly overheated offices on Fifty-fourth Street and the Avenue of the Americas. Catherine da Costa crossed her arms, hugging her coat around her. It was soft, brown suede lined with shearling and very warm. But somehow it did nothing to stop the chills that ran up and down her spine. It was early afternoon. The Manhattan sky was a pale gray mist with no hint of sun. Almost instinctively, she raised her arm to hail a cab, then thought better of it, burrowing her hand into her warm pocket. It clenched into a fist.

It wasn’t fair, she thought, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She dabbed it with her glove, then rubbed the makeup off the black kid.

There was no point in hurrying home. Only the phone was waiting for her, staring with a dozen menacing, insistent demands. Call Janice. Call your lawyer about the will. Call your broker.

Call Suzanne. Call Francesca.

She crossed the street like a dreamer, falling behind the brisk crowd who almost ran across, New York style, like people on their way to pick up long overdue checks. Cars honked at her, pulling up short. One taxi driver, his hair disheveled and matted to his forehead, even leaned out and shouted, “Move it, old bag!”

She hurried then, her heart pounding as she reached the sidewalk, shocked with insult.

She was a woman who for more years than she cared to remember had been spoken to in the deferent, low tones of Harvard-educated retainers, men who wore expensive suits and combed their hair in front of crystal mirrors in the bathrooms of beautiful old houses. Men who flattered her and overruled her only in the most solicitous, charming way.

Old bag.

She reached up and adjusted her warm mink hat, carefully patting down the hairspray-armored gray curls, immovable on her forehead. Old but still rich, she bristled, walking indignantly down Fifth and pushing open the doors of Cartier with a strange defiance. She was met with the delighted smiles of all and a familiar surge of power ran through her, electric, as she sat down and pulled off her gloves. What would it be? A ring, perhaps? Ruby with diamonds? Or maybe a bracelet? Or perhaps that watch she’d had her eye on for some time. What was it called in those lovely ads with the famous opera singer? The “Diamond Flame”? Deciding she was in no rush, she leaned back comfortably and asked to see all three.

The gold was forgiving against the veiny whiteness of her skin. She held up her hand and peered at herself in the mirror. The bejeweled hand of a rich dowager empress, she thought cynically, even a bit amused. The hand of a woman whose expensive doctor has just gently, and with many protestations, informed her that she is going to die.

She stared at herself in the mirror, then thanked the salesman and took off the jewelry, laying it carefully back on the thick velvet tray.

Back outside, she hugged herself against the mannerless wind and walked toward Central Park. A dirtied snow still smeared the pavement, but up ahead, she noted with a faint, hopeful stir, some of the trees were already in early blossom. She walked toward them.

When she got there she stopped a moment, shrugged, then walked inside.

She couldn’t believe it. Catherine da Costa, seasoned New Yorker wearing a mink hat and carrying a purse, risking a walk through Central Park! Might as well wear a sign, “Available for muggings, wildings, and all sorts of other inner-city sports,” she thought, pulling up her glove to hide her watch and shaking her head in amazement and disapproval. But then another wave of feeling washed over her, half bravado, half despair: Do whatever you want. Who really gave a good goddamn now?

Lifting her chin bravely, she continued on her way.

She walked slowly until her toes began to tingle with the cold of the pavement. Stamping her feet, as if in protest against the worthless thin soles of her expensive designer boots, she suddenly felt the pain. It ripped up through her bowels, slicing through her stomach and chest, worse than any mugger’s blow.

She laid her palm against her chest in a gesture that was at once impatient and importunate; a gesture which said: Please, all right, that’s enough now. I get the point.

If only I could bribe it, she thought, groping for the nearest bench. Give it my watch and my wallet and ask it to go away and not bother me anymore. If only I could make it ashamed of itself, and demand it have a little mercy, a little decency for a good, elderly woman who had lived a perfectly respectable, harmless life, who, indeed, had even done some good….

She sat down with dignity, her arms trembling. Far too cold to be sitting, she thought irritably, fumbling in her purse for the green pills that might discourage the rude stranger pressing into her flesh, or at least mollify it. With some difficulty, she swallowed one.

Seventy-four years old. It was a reasonable age, she reminded herself, thinking of her sister, Esperanza, dead of influenza at nineteen, and of Carl, dead of a heart attack at sixty-eight. And even Dr. Emil Weinsweig, Sr. with his decades of exercise and lectures on the evils of smoking, red meat, and sunshine, long gone.

How much easier it would have been to hear the news from Dr. Emil Weinsweig, Sr. than it had been to hear it from his son! There would have been no lowered eyes, no pen tapping nervously against the side of his stethoscope. And no encouraging litany of statistics followed by a recitation of recommendations phrased in such a way as to convince a fabulously rich, spoiled old lady that she would live forever if she spent enough money and endured enough medical tortures. Emil, Sr. would have spared her that, at least.

She had no intention of suffering. None whatsoever. She shook her head adamantly, as if attempting to impress some unseen power with her firm negotiating stance. No operations. No horrible chemical poisons. She touched her hair nervously.

How many months, weeks, days, hours to go, then? she wondered with an odd sense of detachment. And how would she spend them? It was a strange idea. Time had always seemed like those bank accounts she could never seem to empty no matter how much she withdrew. Her father’s and grandfather’s trust funds, Carl’s endless investments, and her bankers and brokers had seen to that. She would leave a great deal behind.

But…to whom?

She thought of her daughter, Janice, and her husband, Kenny. They would expect, no doubt, to move into her apartment on Fifth. Not, of course, before turning loose some deranged decorator with instructions to spare no expense (they would assume her money would see they didn’t have to) in making it over into a perfect showcase for their hideous collection of fabulously overpriced, bad modern art. She shuddered, imagining the results.

They’d ask Suzanne to move back in. And her granddaughter would be insolent and stubborn and never agree. Why should she? Janice had never understood Suzanne, even though everything that had happened to the girl, every nuance of her life, had been predictable. Indeed, she herself had predicted it.

She closed her eyes, made breathless for a moment by another stab from the stranger who had moved from rudeness to brutality. Despite the green pill, the pain chopped like a machete through her delicate nerve ends. But this time, it was accompanied by a sensation that, for a woman like Catherine da Costa, was much rarer and even more painful: guilt.

She was not a person to rehash old decisions. Usually, she viewed anything she’d done in the past as not only perfectly correct, but quite inevitable. “What else could I have done…?” was one of her favorite mantras. Seldom did someone come up with an answer that convinced her there had been a viable alternative.

Yet, thinking about Suzanne, she found her confidence shaken. She’d been as responsible as the rest of the family for what had happened to Suzanne, as relentless and wrongheaded. For a moment, she thought impulsively about leaving her granddaugher everything—the apartment on Fifth, the stone country cottage, the bank accounts, the jewels, the rare books and other priceless heirlooms….

Oh, yes. Now the blame. Make it up to her. Let’s not skip that cliché, either, shall we? she thought irritably, taking off her hat and letting her carefully manicured fingernails ruin three hours at the hairdresser’s. In that case, why not give it directly to the rainforest-savers? Or the whale-defenders? Why not send the sables and minks straight to the animal shelters to keep stray cats warm? In fact, might as well turn it all into cash and throw it down from the rooftops of the South Bronx myself. Why burden Suzanne with it? So she could confuse giving away money with living? So she could keep bouncing around trying to find something to believe in?

Well, if not her, then why not her sister? Why not sensible, honest, practical Francesca?

Francesca. She closed her eyes, envisioning the result. The computer printouts of sensible money market funds and stock options. The commodities futures. The thrifty purchase of on-sale designer showroom samples at 50 percent savings. The vacation package tours to the overcrowded beaches on the Costa del Sol. And perhaps, perhaps, a husband, a fellow systems analyst at the bank. Someone just as levelheaded and earthbound as she.

Janice and Kenny would show it off. Suzanne would give it away. And Francesca would probably double it.

But who among them, she wondered, would truly cherish what she had to leave behind and find in it true joy? And who among them would understand that to be an heiress was not just a question of easy money or material possessions to squander or hoard, but a responsibility—burdensome in many ways—that demanded tutelary vigilance?

She sat quietly, feeling suddenly quite drained and ready for sleep. A sound, like the chatting of old ladies at a bingo night, made her raise her eyes to where tiny, fawn-colored birds conversed on a brown branch completely bare of buds. She stared at them. They’ll be here next year, she thought. And I won’t.

For a fraction of a second, the crazy idea of somehow trading with them entered her mind. The idea of giving up everything simply to retain some connection to the world, to still feel the sun, the cold, even the pain. To be part of the only kind of existence she could imagine.

Yes, a bird, she thought. She considered it with all the weight and seriousness of a true option. A small, brown bird on a green branch, soaring with unconscious life, warm in the sun. And then she thought of the heavy, cold earth, and the unproven tales of heaven.

Yes, she nodded, emphatically. Yes, I would trade.

How strange, she realized, studying the tree. Not a single bud, not a hint of green when all the trees around it were bursting with new life. Was it simply a late-blooming species, she wondered, or was it dead?

It was a terrible thought: a large, many-branched tree suddenly dying like that, especially when all the trees around it were budding and full of new leaves, flourishing and young again. And what happened when a tree died? Did you cut it down and turn it into ash in the fireplace? Or simply leave it there among the others until its dead roots gave up and it collapsed of its own weight?

A woman wheeling a shopping cart filled with old canvas bags tied with pieces of filthy string passed by. The smell was overpowering and awful, even on such a cold day. Fat and ungirdled, she wore torn slippers and many sweaters and scarves. Her face, badly wrinkled, was both stoic and cunning.

Where was her family, Catherine wondered. Why was there no one to take her in, to care…? And then she looked again at the brown, bare tree and shuddered.

Suzanne, she thought. Francesca.

THE GHOST OF HANNAH MENDES Copyright © 1998 by Naomi Ragen.

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When elderly Catherine da Costa, a wealthy Manhattan matron, learns she has only a short time to live, she realizes that the family tree will die unless she transfers its legacy to her granddaughters. But Suzanne and Francesca, modern young women in their twenties caught up in trendy environmental causes and ambitious careers, have no interest either in her, or in the past.

Catherine almost despairs until, falling asleep before her fireplace, she is visited by the family matriarch, an indomitable Renaissance businesswoman (and true historical figure) named Hannah Mendes, who offers her a partnership. At the ghost's bidding, Catherine manages to temporarily detach her granddaughters from their New York lives, sending them on a magical journey through England, Spain and Venice in search of an ancient manuscript, Hannah's own handwritten memoirs.

The trip to humor their grandmother takes on serious new meaning to both girls, as manuscript pages begin to show up, forcing the girls into a powerful encounter with their heritage that will forever challenge their view of their past, their present, and their future.

 

Discussion Questions

1. The Ghost of Hannah Mendes is really two books: a contemporary novel about the lives of two modern career girls, and a historical novel. Why did the author choose to weave this material together into one book? What do you think it accomplishes? Had she chosen to write the story of Gracia Mendes as straight historical fiction, how would the focus have changed?

2. Catherine da Costa sends her granddaughters off in search of their heritage, their roots, and their history. What do you think the lives of our ancestorshave to teach us now, hundreds of years later? Or are we better off not burdening our children with the past, allowing them to discard it like so much excess baggage?

3. Describe Suzanne and Francesca. How are they different? In what ways are they similar? In what ways do each respond to the legacy of their heritage?

4. In one scene in the book, Francesca is fired from her job. What effect does this event have on her life in terms of her actions, her character and her worldview?

5. The author has often said that it is possible to explain all the events in this book without believing in the supernatural. What events are there that are attributed to the ghost? Can you find another way of explaining them?

6. In many cultures, the matchmaker is a respected professional that serves an important role. Yet, when Suzanne discovers that her meeting with Gabriel was prearranged by her grandmother, she turns her back and walks out. Is she justified in being angry?

7. Intermarriage between people of different religions and cultures has become an accepted, routine phenomenon in the modern world. Yet, the book seems to imply that Suzanne's relationship with Renaldo was doomed for exactly those reasons. Do you agree with this implication? Why?

8. "All of mankind is one, each contributing a unique and matchless truth," Catherine writes in her will. This is an idea of unique importance in this book. Explain this idea and its relevance to the material describing the Spanish Inquisition.

9. One of the main themes in this book is the idea of a family wrenched from its past; all those things their ancestors lived and died for, are now barely remembered. Would you call that progress, or a terrible desecration? For further discussion: The diary entries in The Ghost of Hannah Mendes are fiction. However, the life of Hannah Mendes is based on the historical figure, Gracia Mendes, a Renaissance businesswoman and a converso. Compare the diary entries to the life of Gracia Mendes as outlined in such works as Gracia Mendes and the House of Nasi, by historian Cecil Roth and other books about Spanish-Jewish history.

About the Author

Naomi Ragen is the author of four international bestsellers: Jephte's Daughter, Sotah, The Sacrifice of Tamar, and The Ghost of Hannah Mendes. Born in New York City, she earned a BA in English from Brooklyn College, and an MA in English from the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. For the last thirty years, Jerusalem has been her home. The translation of her books into Hebrew in 1995 has made her one of Israel's best-loved authors. An outspoken advocate of gender equality and human rights, she is a frequent contributor to op-ed pages and a columnist for the Jerusalem Post. She is currently rehearsing her first play, Women's Quorum, commissioned by Israel's National Theatre.

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  • Posted December 4, 2011

    Two stories in one book

    The ancient history written in the diary of Hannah Mendes is fascinating and very well written. However, the characters of the modern women are so one dimensional as to be trite. It was hard to feel any connection with all these self centered characters. I loved the history but the connection between the diary pages and the modern day story should have been a better story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2008

    One of her best

    The story is very romantic, and I could relate in some ways to Francesca and in other ways to Suzanne. I enjoy analyzing their mindsets. The story moves very fast also. Most of all, Jewish laws and traditions are actually portrayed in a very positive way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2002

    AWESOME!

    I'm a young Jewish girl who never understood the meaning of my religion. Actually, it was more than that, I never even cared. Reading this book, showed me that religion is more than just a faith; it is a tradition passed down by family. This book was outstanding because not only did it teach me what I didn't care to learn, it put in some fun extra love story too. I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys staying up until two in the morning because they can't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2001

    The best I've read in years

    Let me start by saying I am not Jewish. You certainly don't need to be to enjoy this book. As a Christian growing up in NY, I've always tried to understand the unique way my Jewish friends approached their religion (as a culture, as an everyday part of their life, as if there is a chip on their shoulder). In all my learning of the old testament and the Holocaust I still always thought I was missing a piece of the story. In a subtle, mysterious, romantic, touching way this book made me understand all of it. Even if it doesn't have that meaning to you, this book is an intriguing, interesting story. I stayed up reading into the wee hours and I haven't done that in years.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2000

    Naomi Ragen does it again!

    In her fourth Jewish themed novel, Naomi Ragen weaves an entrancingly powerful story about the fictional descendants of a real historical figure, Hannah Mendes, also known as Gracia Nasi. The story includes a search for geneological roots, strong female characters, young women reclaiming their heritage, and even a bit of a love story or two. I always enjoyed Naomi Ragen's writing, both her novels and her Jerusalem Post column, and this novel is her best to date. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2003

    The best Ragen work yet

    I loved this book. It makes you even MORE proud to be a Jew. Dona Gracia is a modern Queen Esther. If you love a well written and meaningful story- you must read this amazing novel!

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