Iscariot: A Novel of Judas

Iscariot: A Novel of Judas

by Tosca Lee

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Iscariot: A Novel of Judas by Tosca Lee

Acclaimed New York Times bestselling author Tosca Lee brilliantly adapts the life of Judas Iscariot into a dazzling work of fiction—humanizing the man whose very name is synonymous with betrayal.

Based on extensive research into the life and times of Judas Iscariot, this triumph of fiction storytelling by the author of Havah: The Story of Eve revisits one of biblical history’s most maligned figures and brings the world he inhabited vividly to life.

In Jesus, Judas believes he has found the One—the promised Messiah and future king of the Jews, destined to overthrow Roman rule. Galvanized, he joins Nazarene’s followers, ready to enact the change he has waited for all his life. But soon Judas’s vision of a nation free from Rome is crushed by the inexplicable actions of Nazarene himself, who will not bow to social or religious convention—and seems, in the end, to even turn against his own people. At last, Judas confronts the fact that the master he loves is not the liberator he hoped for, but a man bent on a drastically different agenda.

Praised as “an absolute must-read” (New York Times bestselling author Ted Dekker), Iscariot is the story of Judas, from his tumultuous childhood to his emergence as the man who betrayed Jesus. But even more, it is a singular and surprising view into the life of Jesus that forces us to reexamine everything we thought we knew about the most famous—and infamous—religious icons in history.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781451683981
Publisher: Howard Books
Publication date: 01/07/2014
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 545,935
Product dimensions: 6.60(w) x 10.20(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Tosca Lee is the award-winning New York Times bestselling author of The Progeny, Firstborn, Iscariot, The Legend of Sheba, Demon: A Memoir, Havah: The Story of Eve, and the Books of Mortals series with New York Times bestseller Ted Dekker. She received her BA in English and International Relations from Smith College. A lifelong adventure traveler, Tosca makes her home in the Midwest with her husband and children. To learn more please visit: ToscaLee.com.

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Iscariot

1




I was six years old the day we fled Jerusalem, and Caesar Augustus was emperor.

I had known nothing but Jerusalem all my life. It was the home of the Temple and navel of the world. Even infected with Roman soldiers and Herod’s stadium, God’s house was in Jerusalem, and no good man of Israel ever wanted to leave it.

And so I was stunned the day my father, a devout man, announced that we were leaving.

Especially now. Just that morning Father had come bursting into the house with the news that Herod, our king, was dead. I had thought it the happiest day of my life, if only because I had never seen Father so jubilant. He sang that day, one of the hymns of David, as my mother clapped her hands and my older brother Joshua and I went shouting and dancing into the street. We weren’t the only ones. Soon all Jerusalem would erupt with joy.

We were still celebrating when Father’s friend Aaron came hurrying toward the house. “Where’s your father? Simon!” he shouted. “They’re taking the eagle down!”

Father came out to meet him but Aaron was too excited to even kiss him in greeting. “They’ve gone to take Herod’s eagle off the Temple!”

Even at the age of six I had heard plenty about this abomination affixed to the great Temple gate, this golden kiss of our king to the buttock of Rome. It was everything a Jew must hate: a graven image, which was an affront to God’s law, and the symbol of Rome.

“Boys, get inside,” Father said. And then he left for the Temple.

For hours, I imagined him on the shoulders of others, tearing the eagle free to the sound of cheers. But when he returned, his jaw was tight beneath his beard.

“Pack what you can carry. Quickly,” he said. “We’re leaving.”

We left that night, bribing the guard to let us out the small door in the city gate.

All the next day we traveled in silence, my mother’s hand viselike around mine, my brother pale and pensive as he cast furtive glances at my father.

I didn’t know what had happened—only that Jerusalem was somehow unsafe and the lines had deepened around Father’s eyes. I knew better than to press him with questions; I would ask Joshua to explain it all to me later. He was brilliant, my ten-year-old brother. Even then everyone knew he would become a great teacher of the law. And for that reason I wanted to become one, too.

But a few hours later, when I realized I was the farthest from Jerusalem I had ever been, I began to worry.

“Father,” I said. “Will we be home in time for Passover?”

It was my favorite holiday, a time when Joshua and I went with him to buy our lamb and bring it to the Temple priests.

“No, Judas,” he said. “Jerusalem is a tinderbox and God calls us to Galilee.”

“But why—”

“No more now.”

That night, in the dank lower room of an inn, my brother lay in troubled silence beside me.

I leaned up on my elbow. A lone lamp somewhere on the floor above cast a dull glow across the stairwell; I could just make out Joshua’s profile staring up at the ceiling.

“Herod isn’t dead,” he said finally. “I heard Father talking with one of the men we traveled with today. It was a rumor. The king’s sick, but he’s alive.”

“But Father said—”

“He was wrong. They all were. The rumor gave men the courage to take the eagle down. Until Herod’s soldiers arrived.” He turned and looked at me. “Aaron was arrested.”

I stared at him in the darkness.

“It was the teachers Judas and Matthias who led the charge to the Temple with their students.”

Father and Aaron both had been students of the famous teacher Judas bar Sepphoraeus. It was partially for him—and for Judas Maccabee, the warrior called the Hammer—that I had been named. The lower room was suddenly far too cold.

“I heard Father say that when they got there Aaron pushed right through the mob. He climbed up on the shoulders of one of the students to help pull the eagle down. But Father couldn’t get through the crowd. So he stood back to watch—he said he wanted to witness for his sons what would surely become known as the first day of the Lord’s coming. They had just gotten the eagle off when the soldiers came. No one heard him trying to warn them through the cheering.”

“Then he didn’t do it!” But even as I said it, I was afraid.

Joshua was silent.

“Will they arrest Father?”

“No. But that’s why we left.”

“What’ll happen to the others?”

“I don’t know.”

“But what if—”

“Mother’s coming. Go to sleep.”

But I couldn’t sleep. Only after Father came down did I even close my eyes, but not before wishing we had traveled through the night. For the first time since leaving Jerusalem, I wished we were a league away.

I dreamed of soldiers. I was used to seeing them throughout the Holy City, coming in and out of the Antonia Fortress or working along the walls and aqueducts, but that night they came to the room where we slept and dragged my father away. I woke up screaming.

“What’s this, Judas? Hush,” Father said, drawing me next to him. I could smell the heat of day lingering on his skin. “All is well. Sleep now.”

I curled beneath the weight of his arm, my eyes open in the dark, until the soldiers became as fleeting as ghosts and there was only the low rumble of his breath beside me.



WE WERE FIFTEEN MILES from the Sea of Galilee by the time we stopped in Scythopolis. It was nearly Purim, the spring feast before Passover.

Scythopolis was the largest city we had come to since Jericho and there was construction everywhere, including a wide street being paved in perfect basalt squares. We passed a building that looked like a temple and I gaped at the statue of a nude man in front of it, the finely chiseled face and full lips—the naked sex dangling between his thighs like a cluster of grapes. I had seen few graven images and I had never seen an uncircumcised penis.

“Look away,” Father said. “This is not the Lord’s.”

I did look away, but I was already reconstructing the images in my mind—of the nude man and wreath-headed others dancing in naked relief across the temple face behind him.

We found an inn run by Jews and that evening, after changing into clean clothing, began our fast and went to the synagogue.

Right in the middle of the reading of the scroll, my stomach began to growl. Joshua leaned over and whispered, “Maybe our fast will bring God’s kingdom that much more quickly.”

I nodded. I didn’t know exactly what the coming kingdom would look like except that there would be no Romans or Gentiles or Samaritans in it.

Most important, Aaron would not be arrested and Father would be safe.

That night we stayed up late on the roof with the other guests beneath the full moon. At home, my cousins would play games into the night and sleep late the next day, shortening the time until sundown when they could eat at last. But here there were no games, and the little children had already eaten and fallen asleep beside their mothers.

I was by then miserable with hunger, my stomach twisting into a fist. But I knew I must learn to fast if I hoped to be an important teacher like my brother, who listened in on the men’s conversation as though he were one of them already. But as the night wore on I began to pray for the comfort of sleep.

“Herod’s moved all those they rounded up to Jericho,” I heard the innkeeper say. “A merchant brought the news two days ago.”

Joshua nudged me and I realized they were talking about the men who had been arrested. Suddenly I was very awake.

Another man, who had walked with us from the inn to the synagogue earlier, shook his head. “There’ll be no good end for them. Why must they martyr themselves when, in a few more days, Herod will be dead? May the Lord make it so!”

A round of assenting murmurs.

I stared at Joshua, my heart hammering. I didn’t know what a martyr was, but I saw the roundness of my brother’s eyes, the grim line of Father’s mouth as all the men began speaking at once.

“The Romans will still be here.”

“I’d take the Romans over Herod. His own family isn’t even safe from him. Caesar said it right that he’d rather be Herod’s pig than his son.”

“I wouldn’t put it past that whoreson to eat a pig.”

I rolled forward, arms clutched around my middle.

“Come, Judas,” Joshua whispered, motioning me to follow him downstairs. I uncurled in agony to follow him.

He led me to his roll near our things in one of the inn’s back rooms. After rummaging around, Joshua took my hand and laid a stale piece of bread in it. “Here. If you don’t eat, you’ll be sick like last time.”

I looked from him to the bread, thinking. I should give it back. I should throw it down.

“You are very zealous,” Joshua said. “But you are young and not expected to go without food.”

“But the coming kingdom—”

“A piece of bread will not make the Romans leave or Herod die any faster. I’m your older brother, aren’t I?”

I nodded, tears welling stupidly in my eyes. I ate the bread in quick bites as I followed Joshua back up to the roof.

I was just swallowing the last of it when a surprised shout broke the night—followed quickly by another and the shrill sound of a woman’s voice.

We ran back to the roof to find everyone on their feet staring at the sky. And then I saw why: The moon, so full and white when we had gone down into the house, was partially sheathed in shadow.

“It’s an omen!” someone said. “A sign!”

I blinked at the sky, at the moon half-covered as though with a black lid. Would it go out? What evil could do that?

And then I knew.

I began to tremble, my skin having gone cold and then hot at once. A wail filled my ears. It came from my throat.

“Shush, Judas!” My mother pulled me to her. But as she did, my stomach lurched and I doubled over and vomited at her feet. It was only a little amount, the bread having come out in pale bits shamefully illuminated by the light of the disappearing moon. I began to cry, the acrid taste in my mouth and nostrils, as my mother gathered me up and carried me past the mess to the corner. I was by now beside myself, shaking, hot tears tracking down my face.

“It’s my fault!” I cried.

“What?” My mother said.

“The moon—I did it.” As Eve with her fruit, I had ruined the moon for the sky.

“Ah, my dove, no you did not—what is a little bread to God? I told Joshua to give it to you so you wouldn’t get sick. Hush now,” she said, starting to clean my face. “This is not about you, Judas.”

But as shouts sounded from other rooftops and the men began to argue about what it meant, I knew better. The world could be ruined by the smallest of actions. For striking a rock, Moses had never entered the Promised Land. And now I had been the sky’s undoing.

I jerked away from my mother, ran to the clot of men, and found my father. I grabbed his sleeve.

“Judas! What’s this?”

I fell down to my knees, and he hauled me up under my arms.

“It’s my fault!”

“This? No, Judas, it’s a portent, a sign. Don’t be afraid. The Lord winks at us. See?”

I cried harder, hiccupping now. He didn’t know the grievousness of my sin. “I ate and see what happened!” I wouldn’t blame my mother or Joshua—I alone had eaten the bread.

He blinked at me in the darkness, and then chuckled. It had not bothered me so much that my mother did not understand, but hearing this from my father—and in the face of such obvious disaster—I felt more alone than I had ever felt in my life.

“Do you think you’ve caused this, little Judas? But there—see? The moon is emerging again.”

I followed the line of his finger. Sure enough, the shadow had moved a little bit away. I watched as it began to retreat, my fear subsiding the tiniest increment.

He patted my back. “The Lord won’t reject you for being a hungry boy. But if it will make you feel better, we will immerse tomorrow.”

The next day I immersed in the synagogue mikva three times to the bafflement of my father and the empathetic observance of my brother. Not until the third time did I feel any measure of relief, and even then not until I went outside that evening and saw that the moon was whole once more.



THE NEWS CAME BEFORE we left Scythopolis: Herod had died the night of the eclipse—but not before burning two of Jerusalem’s great teachers and forty of their students at the stake in Jericho. My father broke out with a great cry and tore his clothes. Joshua did likewise.

I simply cried.

The students who said they had not instigated the taking down of the eagle survived, and I hated them for it. I hated them because I knew Aaron was not among them—Aaron who would have condemned Herod until the last of his life for sheer love of the law. And then I cried harder because I wished he had not loved the law so much.

For nights to come I shivered beneath my blanket and dreamed of the students burning in the fires.



THOUGH I THOUGHT I shouldn’t love Sepphoris, I did. I shouldn’t, because it was far from Jerusalem, and her fortress seemed to inhabit a world that knew no such thing as the holy Temple. And I should not love it because it was Herod’s, and even though Herod was dead, his sons were eagle-kissers just like him who wanted everything Roman—down to the scraps of power the empire threw them like crusts to dogs.

But I loved it because Father was safe. Nothing could touch us here.

I came to know Sepphoris by its sounds. Voices of children my own age wafted up from farther down the hill where the farmers kept their houses and tended their vineyards. Roosters crowed throughout the day. At times I could hear one of the distant shepherds playing a flute. And always there was birdsong.

That spring when it rained, water trickled from the roof into the channels of the cisterns below. It was a good sound, the sound of water. Moss clung to the stones of the houses, so that even on sunny days the air near any house seemed to smell of rain as pines rustled overhead.

We stayed with my father’s cousin, Eleazar—a priest who helped place Joshua and me with a teacher who was so impressed with Joshua’s early abilities that he called him “little rabbi.”

I saw how everyone looked at him with ready fascination, as though such a boy might be proof that God had not forgotten us, but planted in the soil of this generation the mustard seed of a greatness unknown by the last. And though I knew I would never be Joshua’s equal, I didn’t care. People would say, “There goes the brother of Joshua bar Simon. What is his name? Ah, that’s right—Judas.” And that would be enough.

That year was the first that I did not go to the Temple for Passover. Instead, we watched the families that left together, my heart full of jagged envy as they sang their psalms out the city gate.

Eleazar had fallen ill weeks before and been unable to leave with the rest of the priests. I saw the way his wife, old Zipporah, covered her face with her hands when she thought no one was looking. It made me afraid for Eleazar, whom I had grown fond of, and I prayed for him. I immersed so often that my brother got angry with me and told me that even the Pharisees didn’t wash that much, nor the Essenes, who were so extreme as to not move their bowels on the Sabbath. Was I going to keep from that as well?

I did briefly consider it, but I knew better than to rely on my stomach to do what it was told.

We celebrated Passover in the synagogue and at the home of Eleazar, who had recovered in what seemed like a miracle, claiming it was Mother and Zipporah’s good lamb stew.

Then, a few days later, the first pilgrims began to return.

Too early.

We had just gathered for the evening meal when Eleazar’s nephew came into the house, tearing at his hair.

“They slaughtered them with their sacrifices!” he shouted.

“What’s this?” Eleazar demanded, rising from his seat.

“The new king sent his guard to the Temple the day before the feast—a guard of foreign mercenaries. Some of the pilgrims started throwing stones at them in protest. The king retaliated by sending in his army. They massacred the people. Pilgrims—men, women, children. Thousands dead!”

Father staggered, the color gone from his face. The house that night was filled with Mother’s and Zipporah’s weeping and the groans of Eleazar, who sounded less like a weathered old priest than just a broken old man.

Three thousand died in the massacre that Passover. The tinderbox had exploded.

It was only the beginning.

What People are Saying About This

Eric Wilson

“Tosca Lee refuses to let biblical stories turn into stale tales without any current meaning. As she did so brilliantly with Demon and Havah, she brings familiar characters to life in wholly new ways. In Iscariot, we identify all too easily with Judas’ struggles, hopes, and frustrations. Rich in research and powerful in the telling, I couldn’t read this book and simply point the finger without first coming to grips with the human frailties in my own heart and mind.”

Josh Olds

“Tosca Lee is a magnificent storyteller. She has the heart of a poet, the mind of the scholar, and the imagination of a novelist. The three have melded here in harmony to produce a thought-provoking, comfort-disrupting, and heart-rattling tale of history’s most famous betrayer. But beyond that, Iscariot also forces readers to look at Jesus in a new light and consider whether or not they have truly understood the message of the kingdom. Iscariot is one of those books that will not soon, if ever, leave your mind.”

Mary DeMuth

Iscariot is a ride through history and the nature of betrayal and friendship. Surprising characterization, a rich tapestry of setting, and a compelling plot make this an insightful read. Once again, Tosca Lee’s storytelling and intelligence shines through her fiction.”

Lori Twitchell

“Few writers are able to fully engage the imagination on such a visceral level. Fewer still can take on a character laden with heavy preconceived notions and fully change the reader's mind. Tosca Lee stands head and shoulders above crowds of writers and, with a deft hand and a passionate spirit, grants us a beautiful glimpse into an age old story in a completely new way. Don’t miss this book. This journey will peel away the layers of all you know and leave you open, longing, and overwhelmed with God’s incredible love for us.”

James Scott Bell

“Tosca Lee’s take on the most notorious figure in history is at once highly imaginative and deeply moving. Weaving historical detail, human drama and spiritual insight, Iscariot will hold you all the way to its shattering conclusion.”

Ted Dekker

Iscariot is one of those rare novels that makes you go deep and come out both crying and cheering at once. If you think you know Jesus or Judas, think again. Through meticulous detail and powerful prose, Tosca Lee brings the world a story that will reshape the hearts and minds of many. An absolute must-read.”

Darrell L. Bock

"How Jesus’ suffering and ministry could disappoint or perplex is at the heart of Iscariot. It is entertaining fiction rooted in the story of Judas and Jesus. It will cause you to reflect and rethink what you know. It is well -done, solid fiction.”

Joe Cathey

“A work that devours you with its first words. Lee’s skills as a researcher and wordsmith have illuminated Judas in a light never seen before. Gone is the simple one-dimensional character who acts as a foil in the crucifixion narrative. In Iscariot we have an extraordinary man whose dreams, hopes, and fears drive him to the precipice of his life. Brilliant writing.”

Tracy L. Higley

“Reading Lee’s Iscariot is like seeing the unknowns in the New Testament filled with ‘what might have been.’ The familiar gains new significance as seen through the eyes of the disciples, especially that one whose motives still baffle two thousand years later. Iscariot is rich and wonderfully told, with a haunting message that resonates: What would I have done?”

Randy Ingermanson

“Tosca Lee’s Iscariot gives you the most plausibly motivated Judas you’ll ever see in a novel. This is not a slavering, caricatured, eager-to-be-evil Judas that you can kick in the face as you walk by. This Judas could have been you, or me.”

Reading Group Guide

This reading group guide for Iscariot includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Tosca Lee. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.


Introduction

Judas Iscariot. The very name is synonymous with "betrayal." Perhaps no other person in history has been as despised as Judas, the betrayer of Jesus Christ. But few have ever bothered to wonder about Judas's background and seek to shed light on his motives...until now.

Topics & Questions for Discussion

1. Before reading this book, what did you know about Judas Iscariot? How did you picture him in your mind's eye? Where did you get your information about him?

2. Had you ever thought about what Judas might have been like as a boy and a young man? Does picturing Judas as a child have any effect on your feelings toward him?

3. Name some personality traits that Judas exhibited as a child in the novel. How did these traits play into his story as he grew to adulthood and affect his actions as an adult?

4. What drove Judas to become a perfectionist about the Law…or to believe he could never perfectly keep it?

5. What observations did you make about his passion to overthrow the Roman government? How did his motives differ from his contemporaries?

6. Why did Judas find Jesus so compelling? What motivated him to follow Jesus?

7. What did Judas sacrifice in order to follow Jesus?

8. Do you think Judas felt disappointed or let down by Jesus? If so, when and why?

9. According to the story, the events surrounding Judas's ultimate betrayal of Jesus did not go as planned. What had Judas expected would happen, and what actually happened?

10. Have you, like Judas, ever had a situation turn out wildly different from what you had originally intended? If so, describe.

11. Could you imagine yourself ever betraying Jesus the way Judas did? If not on purpose, then unintentionally? Why or why not?

12. The story opens and closes with a regret-filled Judas reflecting on his life. If he were given a cosmic do-over, do you think he would make the same choices? If so, what do you believe he might do differently?

13. Do you think Judas was truly repentant for his deeds at the end of his life? Why or why not?

14. At the end of the book Judas says, "I, who denied [Jesus] and delivered him to his enemies. I, who die with him. My name will be synonymous with 'traitor.' But he has loved his enemies. He has loved me." Do you think that this love of Jesus saved Judas from what has traditionally been thought of as his ultimate fate (eternity in hell)? Discuss.

15. If you could sit down face-to-face with Judas, what would you most want to say to him?

16. Has reading this book changed how you think about the character of Judas? If so, how?

17. What new questions or insights do you feel you may have about Jesus after reading the novel?

18. Do you think some Christians might feel threatened or unsettled by this fictional account of the life of Judas? Why or why not?

Enhance Your Book Club

1. Read aloud some Bible passages concerning Judas, such as John 13:2, John 18:2-5, Luke 22:3-6 and 47-48, and Matthew 27:3-10. Compare these biblical accounts to the fictional story told in Iscariot.

2. The name "Judas" and the term "Judas’s kiss" are synonymous with someone who betrays under the guise of friendship. Has this ever happened to you or someone you know? If so—and if you feel comfortable doing so—share the situation (omitting names as appropriate). Is it possible that the betrayer had a different outcome in mind than what actually took place? Have you ever been perceived as a betrayer, when that wasn't at all what you had in mind?

3. Watch a DVD about the life of Jesus, such as The Passion of the Christ or Jesus of Nazareth, paying particular attention to the portrayal of Judas. How was he portrayed in the movie as compared to Iscariot?


A Conversation with Tosca Lee

1. What inspired you to write Iscariot?

An editor friend suggested it to me as I was finishing Havah: The Story of Eve. I rejected the idea right away, completely daunted by the story, the research, the scope of the project. But over the course of the next six months, I'd find myself imagining and then randomly scribbling scenes from Judas's life. Finally, I conceded that the story had me.

2. In previous novels, you've written about a fallen angel (Demon) and Eve (Havah), and now Judas. Do you find yourself particularly drawn to write about biblical characters who are historically maligned? If so, why?

I do, because we so often think of historical or biblical characters in particular in two-dimensional, cliche terms. We vilify without investigating why someone might have done what they did. Lucifer fell because he was proud. Eve wanted to be like God. Judas betrayed his friend and master because he was a traitor. But what's the rest of the story? Would we have done the same? How much of ourselves is in those characters? I find the answer to that question is always more than we'd like to admit.

3. How long did it take you to research and write Iscariot?

2.5 years.

4. What is your research process? How do you know when to stop researching and start writing?

I start with easy sources – National Geographic, History Channel, documentaries… I read books about the topic. I collect transcripts of lectures about the characters, the historical context, commentaries, sources contemporary to the time period where available, and comb the scriptures about them. I talk to theologians, academics, historians, academics. I start writing when I realize my outline is fully informed and any further research is procrastination on my part.

5. Were there any surprises for you in the writing of this novel? Did you uncover any startling facts or experience sudden flashes of insight?

The violence of the historical setting. The Jewish mindset of collective salvation (from Persia, from Rome), which is so different from the Christian context two millennia later. The culture of informing in the first century. The symbolism of many events in Jesus' life (forty days in the wilderness, much like forty years in the wilderness, crossing the Jordan, etc.) The absolute unconventional, non-conservative, controversial, and sometimes dangerous person of Jesus of Nazareth.

6. How have readers responded to Iscariot?

I am amazed at the response to this book.

7. What advice would you offer to a fledgling writer of fiction?

Don't worry about getting published, agents, or anything like that until you have at least one finished book under your belt. Read a lot.

8. Have your years of studying and writing about biblical characters had an impact on your personal faith? If so, describe.

I have left every project with more questions than I had going in. And I had a lot of questions going in!

9. If readers take away one primary message from Iscariot, what do you hope it will be?

That there is always more to the story. Of anyone.

10. What other books or projects are you working on now?

A book about the Queen of Sheba.

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Citijax More than 1 year ago
Tosca Lee has done an extraordinary amount of research and woven it into her very credible story. Judas' 1st person narrative of his relationship with and subsequent betrayal of Jesus makes the reader view Judas, Jesus and John the Baptist in a new light. Her portrayal of Jesus' humanity and divinity made me go back and re-read the gospels--this time with a new perspective (which did not conflict with my Christian beliefs)
Joanie2016 More than 1 year ago
When I picked this book up I was really searching something refreshing and new in a novel, a story that would leave me with a sense of awe and discovery. I was tired of PNR after reading so many in a two month stretch and needed a reprieve. “Iscariot” was more than a revelation, a sublime reading experience. I actually felt as though I had slipped into “the skin of Judas Iscariot” and felt as if I were walking his footsteps in the first century. As one who has visited the Holy land and stood on the Temple Mount, walked up the steps to the entrance of the Temple, and stood in the Jordan River, and stared in awe at Gethsemane, in this book I felt as though I was experiencing the villages of Magdala, Bethany, Galilee, Capernaum, and the city of Jerusalem through the eyes and emotions of Judas bar Simon. The author, Tosca Lee, is an extraordinary researcher and storyteller. I was intrigued by her stating that historical and biblical characters are often “thought in terms of two-dimensional clichés.” She poignantly points out that “we vilify without investigating why someone may have done what they did.” That was a profound statement for me. Too often I have found that people are so absolute in judging historical figures simply upon visceral reactions rather than stopping to consider how they themselves would have acted. Tosca Lee showed the reader that there was and is always more to the story. In Iscariot, Tosca Lee creates a plausible backstory for Judas as a devout follower of Jesus portrays him as a passionate follower of Jesus as their people’s hoped-for liberator from Rome. I came to understand the conflicts Judas’ experience as he came to the realization of Jesus’ true purpose: not as a liberating conqueror of Roman oppression. But a man who stands for oppressed as they continue to live under Roman rule. I felt such empathy for Judas’ struggle to reconcile the idea of Jesus as the Messiah and his teacher’s true purpose. I could relate to longing the Jewish people for national freedom from their Roman oppressor. Oftentimes oppressed people are coaxed to bear their ill treatment and sufferings with meek dignity because there be the promise of glory in the afterlife wherein the oppressor will eventually “get their just due.” This axiom has always and still remains a source of theological discord for me. Tosca Lee has written a well-researched, well-written imagining of a historical Jesus and his followers. At the ending scene, I felt compassion and empathy for Judas and the author made me think…what decisions would I made had I walked Judas’ journey? I highly recommend this book and looked forward to reading Havah: The Story of Eve.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book, like others Ms Lee has written, brings a human touch to a vilified person. I ask myself what would I do if I became disillusioned with my hopes, dreams and bases for my whole life. Jesus wanted to follow His fathers plan. Judas had a different plan and eventually they clashed. Judas, like so many of us, then tried to do it his way. Wrong thing to do. We believe we are right and God's way needs tweaking. Judas tried to interject and tweak God. Not the best thing to do! I have read this book twice and both times gleaned new insight into Jesus, Judas and myself!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just like her other books Tosca really makes you rethink your perceptions of well known characters. Beautifully written and thought provoking.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very interesting insight into the possibility of a totally different Judas than proclaimed before.
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Kerry_Nietz More than 1 year ago
A week or so after starting this book, I realized I was reading it slowly. Then I had to analyze why I was reading it that way. Was it boring? No. Was it poorly written? No. Did the subject not interest me? No again. Then I figured it out. I was reading slowly for three interconnected reasons: 1) Because there was a depth and earnestness to it that I probably hadn’t run into since I read Tosca’s “Havah” a few years back. The situations are plausible, and the characters refreshingly real. 2) Because it was troubling and convicting. It is difficult to think that someone as reviled as Judas wasn’t really that different from everyone else. That, given the right circumstances and surroundings, any of us might find ourselves betraying someone we love. 3) Because I was savoring it! This is something that only happens to me on rare occasions. There are some books I love and blast through, and others (a smaller subset) that I love and savor, hoping to delay the end as long as possible. Iscariot was the later for me. I’ve read three of Tosca’s books so far and I think this is probably the best. Very well done and hits all the right notes. I highly recommend it!
PTPA62 More than 1 year ago
A fabulous retelling of the Gospel story from the perspective of Judas. Does a great job of explaining why Jesus was feared by both the Romans and Jewish religious leaders. I found it much better than Killing Jesus by Bill O'Reilly.
sharelove More than 1 year ago
I think the story told of the real life of Judas and showed what he had to endure and the things that caused him to do what he thought was best. Strange how Judas was trying to protect Jesus all the time yet he was unsure whether the method was best. Very thought provoking.
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Taylor Caldwell wrote a book called "I, Judas" - I read it over 30 years ago; and like this book, it gave me a completely different perspective on the role Judas played in Christian history.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The subject matter and themes seem to be for the 16+ audience but the writing style is more appropriate for ages 10-13. At first i thought perhaps she was writing that way because her narrator was 7 years old, so I leafed ahead to a chapter 3/4 of the way through and found the writing was the same. Had to stop reading there. Life is too short. The hyperbole in the book description (dazzling, vivid, etc) is, to be aas kind a possible, wishful thinking.
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Was almost great the ending just lost me
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very interesting take.
PapermakerJK More than 1 year ago
I have always been interested in Judas and the big WHY. This book fallows the politics of the time and lays out a 'POSSIBLE" WHY. I enjoyed learning more about what the times were and how a person there could see the things Jesus did and said.
fantasyjoy More than 1 year ago
The book was a wonderful depiction of a person that people usually speak of in heinous terms. Judas was a human with human failings. Rome was a very real threat. Tosca Lee portrayed Judas as a person with a past that was not very pleasant which affected his future. I really liked and recommend the book, especially her comments at the end.
Put-Val_Lady More than 1 year ago
As the product of twelve years of Catholic schools, I've only heard the Church's view of Judas. Now this author has given me a lot to think about - if only a tiny portion of this story could be true, it sheds a whole new light on Judas, as well as Jesus. I've always felt that Judas was too harshly condemned by the Church as the betrayer of Jesus. After all, if Jesus' fate was preordained, then didn't there have to be a "Judas" to fulfill His destiny? Even though I knew the ending, I couldn't put this book down!
jbirdJK More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. We (Christians) wonder why Judas acted as he did. This fictional account gives insight into the times and tenor of his days with Jesus and weaves a tale of love and longing. Remembering that it is, indeed, fiction one can at least wonder is this a plausable explanation for his actions?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the book Iscariot because it explores Judas’ early life as well as some of the possible motivations for his decision to follow Jesus as well as to betray him later. It makes us think about this man differently, that maybe his motivation was not what we think. Judas was a man who loved Jesus, just like us. The book is a great picture into the “behind the scenes,” that is to say, the possible motives that may have led Judas to his final decision. I appreciate the character development in this book and how we get to see Judas' life from childhood to his death. He is a very well-developed and relatable character. And last of all, my favorite thing about this novel is how it reveals Jesus in such a personal way. Judas, of course, was one of the disciples, who were Jesus' closest followers. I love how Tosca portrays the intimate friendship the disciples shared with Jesus. It made me feel closer to him as well, just to see how real and human Jesus was to his friends.
gmalilac More than 1 year ago
I wasn't sure what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised. Kept to the known history but offered a reasonable background for Judas.
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What a wonderful portrail of Judas Finnaly someone has shown the human side of this poor man Wonderful story