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The Secret Magdalene

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by Ki Longfellow

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"Eio" is ancient Egyptian for donkey. Like books, donkeys are small things, but they carry a lot of weight. EIO BOOKS is a small and very independent publisher based in one of the last bastions of the American dream: Vermont.


"Eio" is ancient Egyptian for donkey. Like books, donkeys are small things, but they carry a lot of weight. EIO BOOKS is a small and very independent publisher based in one of the last bastions of the American dream: Vermont.

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Publishers Weekly
Vermont novelist Longfellow (China Blues; Chasing Women) places Mary Magdalene at the center of the origin of Christian thought. As this vividly imagined novel opens, "Mariamne," the daughter of a wealthy Jewish aristocrat, is a gifted child with a love of learning who hears prophetic voices. Because privileged girls in Jerusalem are not raised to be scholars, Mariamne must indulge her passion in secret, accompanied by her slave, Tata, and her father's ward, Salome. Mariamne and Salome eventually run away to Alexandria, where they study in the great library, and into the wilderness, where Salome devotes herself to John the Baptizer. Meanwhile, Mariamne is drawn to Yeshu (Jesus), with whom she shares a brief earthly love and prolonged discussions of gnosis-the experience of direct personal insight into the divine. Together, they envision the events that lead to the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. Reimagining such famous episodes as the healing of Lazarus, the wedding at Cana and Judas's betrayal, Longfellow sees Yeshu and his apostles from a feminist perspective. Longfellow (who first published this novel in 2005 at a small startup press named for Mariamne's donkey, Eio) is more passionate about research and philosophy than plot or character. Readers looking for a fast-paced thriller will be disappointed. (Mar.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
For a novel so meticulously researched for over seven years, this work doesn't quite live up to its potential. Longfellow (China Blues) gives us a portrait of the Magdalene drawn from the Nag Hammadi library, a collection of 13 codices containing Gnostic scriptures discovered in Egypt in 1945. Thus, at the book's start, we learn that Mary is a gnosis-that is, she has the gift of divine vision. It is this vision that finds her removed from the home of her father and settled in with a crowd known to John the Baptizer. Eventually, she comes to know his cousin Yeshua. She does not meet him as Mary but as the disciple John. This dramatic retelling of the Jesus story provides a fresh look at what other books (Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code, Kathleen McGowan's The Expected One, Tucker Malarky's Resurrection) have only hinted at-the idea of Mary Magdalene as disciple. Unfortunately, the first half of the novel is so slow moving that readers may lose interest before getting into the meat of the story. Recommended for larger public and academic libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 11/15/06.]-Nanci Milone Hill, Nevins Memorial Lib., Metheun, MA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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“Highly original and highly engaging, The Secret Magdalene is a sweeping yet intimate tale, an emotional and intellectual journey that questions everything, including the real nature of Jesus.” –India Edghill, author of Wisdom’s Daughter

“In The Secret Magdalene Ki Longfellow portrays Jesus and Mary Magdalene of the Gnostic Gospel tradition-two great teachers whose friendship blossoms within the political turmoil of first century Palestine. What The DaVinci Code only hinted at, Longfellow brings to life.” –Rebecca Kohn, author of The Gilded Chamber

“Imaginative, well-researched, and full of profound wisdom, this wonderful novel brings the ancient world to life.” –Timothy Freke, co author of The Laughing Jesus

“Superb characterization, a brilliant visual palette, and thorough scholarship. One feels the stone streets of Jerusalem, breathes the air by the stinking salt sea . . . Ki Longfellow’s Mariamne will no doubt eclipse all other representations of Mary Magdalene for some time. The Secret Magdalene is both heartbreaking and inspiring.” –Earl Doherty, author of The Jesus Puzzle

“A beautifully written book, immaculately researched. It moved me to tears . . . I felt if this is not how it was, it is certainly how it should have been.” –BookCrossing.com

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The Secret Magdalene A Novel

By Ki Longfellow Crown Copyright © 2007 Ki Longfellow
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ISBN: 9780307346667


The Voice

Because I have recently been ill unto death, Tata has taken me to Temple this morning--but only me. Father does not know she does this. Salome does not know. We go alone so that Tata might offer a dove unto Asherah, the wife of Yahweh. Tata would thank Asherah for my life, for I have not died in my tenth year, though it seemed I might.

We are pushing our way through the Court of Women, Tata keeping a tight grip on my hand so that I do not stray from her side. But the dove in its wicker cage distracts her, and for this one moment, she has turned away from me. I have turned quite another way, pulling so that I might catch sight of the God of the Jews hiding in his Holy of Holies, and as I do, Tata is forced from her place by a Temple priest who would move past us, his face full flushed with pride of station. I know this man. His name is Ben Azar and he has eaten at Father's table many times. I do not like him. I do not like his eldest son. No matter that I have heard Father say I might wed this son of Ben Azar, I will not.

Tata's bird fights to be free of its cage and Tata fights to hold it. But I am turned full round to follow the progress of Father's friend, the Temple priest. He has gotten no farther than a press of men who look nothinglike those who might eat at Father's table. Nor do they look like men of Jerusalem. They appear wild men who think wild thoughts, and I break away from Tata's hand that I might see them all the closer. Ben Azar is turning this way and that way to pass, but no matter which way he would go, there stands a man who blocks him, and as they do not move, he pushes at one who is nearest. But from this crowd of wild men comes now a very bull of a man, a man whose eyes burn like the sun at the end of the day. And in this man's hand there is a sica with a blade as curved as a smile. I would scream, I would warn Ben Azar even though I do not like him, I would call out to the Temple police. But a hand rough with toil is clamped over my mouth and I cannot call out. I can struggle against the grip that holds me fast, and I do struggle--though it avails me nothing. It avails Ben Azar nothing. I can only watch as the man like a bull thrusts his knife into Father's friend, not once, not twice, but thrice. Hot red blood splashes my feet; it spills on the golden tiles of the courtyard. Bright red blood fills the surprised mouth of Ben Azar, the Temple priest.

It is done. Ben Azar is dead on the courtyard tiles. And he who has held me fast lets loose his hand. I whirl in place so that I might see his face.

There are two who stand behind me.

As alike each to each as Jacob and Esau, these two, who are surely brothers, have hair and beards as red as a criminal's hair, as red as a magician's. There is no mercy in the eyes of one, but in the eyes of the other there is sadness and there is pity, but so too there is a fierce righteousness. There is also, I think, a terrible pain. As I stare up at these murderous twins, the man who has killed Ben Azar of the House of Boethus speaks out in the crude sounds of Galilee, "It is done, Yeshu'a." And the twin he calls Yeshu'a replies, "Yes, Simon Peter. Come away."

They are gone. And it seems no time has passed. And it seems no thing has happened, for only now does Tata succeed in caging her dove. And I would think I had dreamed this terrible deed save for the still body before me, and the blood on my feet, and the sudden sharp scream of a woman who has, only now, seen what others begin also to see.

Because it is my day of birth, Father allows me to dine this night at his table. How Roman of him! Even more exciting--how Greek!

Salome, who is also allowed, pretends she is not as excited as I am, does not think I notice the care she takes with her toilette or how cross she is with Tata and the other slaves who dress her hair. But I know my friend as I know myself. Is she not my father's ward and the sister of my heart? Dressing with more heed than ever I have, scenting even my feet with sweet oil--to dine at table is such an honor and so rarely conferred--I tell her that even though she has grown breasts, she may not act weary, weary, weary, as older women of our station do.

In return, she yawns.

But here we are, and there is Father laughing at something a guest is saying.

Neither Salome nor I have ever seen this man before--all oil and ooze, he names himself Ananias, and oh how he stinks. An Egyptian Jew, he claims to come from Alexandria, and when I hear this, I become all ears. There is nowhere so wonderful as Alexandria, unless it is Ephesus. He informs us he trades in the gold of Nubia and Parthia, and the precious balsam of Jericho, but that he relies most on his sponges. People will always buy a sponge.

Nicodemus of Bethphage is also at table. Being almost Father's equal in wealth, he is Father's oldest friend as well as a fellow member of the Sanhedrin, the Jewish governing body. Naomi, Father's new wife, is allowed this night at table too, though this I would rather forget.

As the men speak, I watch Ananias peeking at Salome's new breasts. Not that Father notices. Nor does Nicodemus. They are too caught up in food and wine and the talk of sponges and money. Salome even leans forward so that the merchant Ananias might fill his eyes with the shape of her "treasures." I am glad I have as yet no treasures. But if I did, I would not share them with such as Ananias. And if I did share them with such as Ananias, I would wait until they were bigger treasures. I tell Salome this in the secret code of eyes and mouths and hands we have used since I cannot remember when. She tells me he has brushed her bare skin twice now. I would laugh out loud if I could, but if I did, it would be a long time before we were allowed at table again. Besides, as ugly and as aged as he is, the merchant has been many places, done many things. He is an Alexandrian! There are so many ideas in Alexandria! Though I do love gods and though I love goddesses more, I love philosophy most. Tata says philosophy is religion without its clothes on.

I keep my nose covered with a scented cloth as I listen to the sponge merchant.

"I saw it with my own eyes," Ananias is saying in a voice a goat might use if a goat could speak. "I was right there at Temple, no more than ten cubits away when the priest was stabbed."

I sit very still. None here know that I too saw this killing. It is four days ago now, and still I see it. But I shall never tell of it, not even to Salome, for if any learn, Tata would face the lash for taking me to Temple to offer a dove to her forsaken Goddess Asherah, once wife of Yahweh.

"Whap! Whap! Whap! It was as quick as that. And there was the priest, dead as a dog in the street."

Nicodemus is silent, his mouth turned down in disgust. I can see him picturing Ben Azar as a dead dog in the street. "They are everywhere now, the Sicarii, these men with curved daggers."

"Everywhere?" asks Naomi through a mouthful of chewed cabbage. "Have the Romans crucified this one yet?"

"Crucified him, madam? They fail even to catch him."

Father's chest puffs with importance. "Oh, but they will. The Romans catch all assassins. Their crosses line the road to Joppa."

"Perhaps this one will too," says Ananias, "and perhaps not."

Father snorts. "Does this new brigand think himself Judas of Galilee? And if he does, did the corpse of Judas not stink as any other? I say to you, this one will also rot."

I grip the stem of my glass. Father mentions Judas of Galilee! Judas was a bandit chieftain. Tata has told Salome and me of the great revolt Judas led against the taxes of Rome in the very year I was born.

Ananias smiles at this. "You have heard, my friends, what the Poor say? You know the teaching of the mad Baptizer?"

"As a Sadducee, I do not listen," says Nicodemus, picking his back teeth. But then Nicodemus is always doing something revolting.

"Who are the Poor?" asks Naomi. "What is a mad baptizer?" As is usual with a woman, the men do not hear her.

Ananias answers himself, "They say that we live in the End Times."

"Nonsense," says Father.

"And that the world will soon cease to be."

"How soon?" asks Naomi. But her words are swallowed at a look from Father, who then has this to say, "So that is what the Poor and the Sicarii are doing? Bringing the world to an end one priest at a time?"

The merchant of sponges starts. "Hah! There is a thought, Josephus! There is a thought! I shall make it mine."

Salome and I look at each other and I am amazed at how high she can pull her eyebrows. Mine sit like mice over my eyes, afraid to move. Hers rise and fall on her face like the sun and the moon, make emphatic remarks like learned scribes.

Nicodemus sits like a stone, but Father laughs like a Greek, even as his fat guest is saying, "The Poor ask if we are God's Holy Nation, how is it we live as Greeks and submit to Romans? They answer we are subject to Rome because we sin. But they also say that there comes a messiah who will redeem Israel, endure the End Times, which shall destroy all others, and usher in the Kingdom of God." Ananias helps himself to the olives, pops one into his mouth, then another. "Some claim he brings a sword."

Father finds this wonderfully funny. "And what shall this messiah do with a sword?"

I find it hair-raising. How shall all others be destroyed?

Ananias pushes back from table. "I imagine he intends to smite those who do not put aside the ideas of the Greeks and the yoke of the Romans, and all those who break the Law. He will smite the Soferim, even the Sadducee."

Father waves away mention of the scrivening Soferim, but his laughter thins at the mention of the Sadducee. I tap Salome's leg with my toe. I am saying, By Isis, we are the others!

"He will smite the Sanhedrin and the high priestly houses of Ananus and Boethus. Indeed, has not someone already smote a member of the House of Boethus? They say all who betray the freedom of the Jews by preferring to be slaves to the Romans will know his hand."

All evening I have been marveling at Father's patience, but it is worn away now that this guest mentions the Sanhedrin, and now that he mentions Father's good friend, the new high priest, Josephus Caiaphas of the House of Ananus. But mostly it has vanished now that he mentions Rome. The new emperor Tiberius is not the old emperor Augustus. The Roman presence here is not as easy as it was, and it worsens. Father stares at the merchant of sponges with an eye as hard as a coin. "Is it not true that these same men preach that giving all one's worldly goods to the Poor is blessed in the eyes of the Lord?"

"It is," agrees a now more careful Ananias.

"And do they not mean themselves, and not the poor of the streets?"

"They do."

"Well, does it not then follow that if I should give all my worldly goods to the Poor, then it is I who should be poor? Will the Poor, now being rich, give me back all my goods? If this is so, how long will it go on, this passing back and forth of a man's possessions?"

Ananias has no answer, but Father has still a question.

"Would you agree that this sect, these Poor, also call themselves the Many?"

"Some do, Josephus, yes."

"In that case, there are two things to say about the Poor, also known as the Many. They are not many, and they are certainly not poor."

If I dared, I would laugh aloud. I do sneak an admiring look at Father, who rewards me with a tender smile. But Ananias has gotten the point and so changes the subject. "Tell me, Josephus, have you ever visited Megas of Ephesus?"

I practically jump out of my skin. He speaks of the most famous oracle, no, sorceress, from here to Antioch! She who is also a sacred harlot--a whore! He asks if Father would visit a whore. Yea Balaam! The mood, already grown grim, darkens like a stain. Last year Tiberius ran all the magicians out of Rome. These days, if he catches someone practicing magic, and if his mood is black, he orders them killed where they stand.

All await Father's answer. Salome signals me: Do not open your mouth, she is saying. Do not dare engage this oily old man in talk of Megas of Ephesus, no matter how much you would like to. And, oh, how I would like to--just as she would.

And though Ananias says what he pleases, he can see when what pleases him does not please others. "Accept my apologies, Josephus, for talking of such things."

Now it is Father who surprises us all. "No, no, I must know. What is she like, this one? Is she as beautiful as they say, and as powerful?"

Being half Father's size and having half Father's lung power, Nicodemus cannot restrain him. But he can search the stony faces of our slaves, trying to know if what occurs here will leave this room. He will fail, for this is not a gift Nicodemus possesses.

But I do.

Two men of the north stand like pillars behind Father. The German bears fruit and the Celt bears wine.


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What People are Saying About This

Earl Doherty
"...writing style is among the best I've ever read." "Captures the spirit of the times... " "...characterization is superb." "...a brilliant visual palette." "...thorough and dependable scholarship."
author of "The Jesus Puzzle"
Timothy Freke
"...knew I would enjoy it from the first lines-which are wonderful!"
author of "The Jesus Mysteries" and "Jesus and the Lost Goddess"

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Secret Magdalene 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I had no idea what I would be reading when I bought this book. Was it another Grail adventure? A Christian apology? A debunking of whatever the author wished to debunk? What I found was a work of literature, gorgeously written, a page turner, and at the same time a seamless explanation of early Christianity, a portrait of Jesus so complex and believable I was captivated, and a complete human being in Mariamne Magdal-eder, a child who grows into a woman of honesty and wisdom and well deserving of the love of Jesus. As for the portrayal of Judas, I never thought I could be moved as much. Many many stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a grand read for those looking for a new look at spirituality in a realistic setting. Fact and fiction are blended in a believable setting, rich charactors leaving you with a feeling of being there or at the least, wishing you were there. For lovers of historical fiction this is a can't miss writing of literary art.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book when it first came out in its small press debut and gave it a five star review. I¿ve just read it again in its new incarnation. There are changes. For instance, the first few scrolls sweep the reader into the story faster. I can see this is needed for a reader in today¿s world. Once upon a time, when there was so much less to divert a person, people savored their books more, wanted them to last longer. I¿m one of those old fashioned types and yet to this book, thank god, no harm has been done. (Thank you, Crown/Random House.) As a matter of fact, if the changes make it more accessible I¿m all for them because this is a truly important book. And there¿s a map! I love maps. In a book like this a map is a treasure. The Secret Magdalene is the story of Jesus and the Magdalene from the Magdalene¿s point of view. We are never out of her head, and I for one, never wished to be. Through the fabulous brain of Longfellow¿s Magdalene flow the most wonderful thoughts, sometimes silly or confused or jealous or mean-spirited, oftentimes frightened or threatened, but always curious and always self-revealing, and over and over and over profoundly understanding of the nature of humanity, in other words, a real person experiencing real feelings. Longfellow¿s Magdalene is magnificent. From girlhood on, she grows right in front of your eyes saying things you wished you¿d said, feeling things you know you¿ve felt, experiencing a life you don¿t know if you could have withstood. Longfellow¿s Magdalene is heroic, intelligent, curious, self-critical, a seeker of knowledge and truth, and ultimately gifted with such a profound wisdom her very thoughts, if heard, could change the world. They should have changed the world. But the Church, with its lack of wisdom and patriarchal jealousy, silenced her with rumor and innuendo and finally by turning its back on the feminine. A huge loss to world, one that manifests itself now in ways that become more evident each day. I¿m in love with Longfellow¿s Mariamne Magdal-eder. How could Jesus not have been in love with her? As for Jesus, he is a stunning achievement. Longfellow¿s Jesus is a man struggling with tradition, duty, the expectation of others, his own dawning revelation, and with the spirit of the Father flowing through every driven mystical vein. And then there¿s his brother Jude. Jude will break your heart. All Longfellow¿s characters will break your heart as I think they are intended to do, just as a mystery play is meant to put you through the most extreme emotions in order to deliver you up to ¿gnosis,¿ which means divine knowledge and is the great awakening to the truth of reality. But a broken heart is a small price to pay for the filling of your whole self with beauty and wisdom. This book is an incomparable gift to us from a brilliant artist.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Although the daughter of a privileged affluent Jewish aristocrat Mariamne is unable to overtly display her love of learning as females do not obtain a formal education. Thus she secretly studies whatever she, her personal slave Tata, or her father¿s ward Salome can borrow without anyone knowing. After becoming ill, she began hearing voices in her head that she assumed were prophecies even as she fully recovers from her ailment. --- When her father catches Salome alone with a young male guest and no escort, he becomes irate and tosses her out with nothing except the clothes that she is wearing. Though he has no evidence except a nebulous guilt by association, he also accuses his daughter of the same outrageous behavior and exiles her to his brother-in-law¿s house with an admonishment to never see Salome again. Instead Mariamne and Salome, dressed as males, run off to Alexandria, where they study in the library. Eventually Salome meets John the Baptizer while Mariamne finds herself attracted to Yeshu. The latter two share a love and the premonition of the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. --- Providing a female perspective to the birth, death, and rebirth of Jesus, readers see a unique viewpoint from that of THE SECRET MAGDALENE. Mariamne and Salome are terrific protagonists, who besides a retelling of the major events in Jesus¿ life enable the audience to obtain a look at the restricted lifestyle of even a wealthy female in the Holy Land. Though the action is limited, readers who want to a wider feminist glimpse of the last days will want to read Ki Longfellow¿s fascinating biblical tale. --- Harriet Klausner
Storminghome More than 1 year ago
This one did. All my life I've asked questions. Drove my parents nuts. And so when I read a book about a woman full of questions of course I'm right there. But the difference between my life and this book is the answers! There are answers here that don't claim to be truths and yet they are closer to what I suspect is the TRUTH than anything I ever heard or read in my entire life! There are all these "self-help" guru books out there and some are even interesting, but to have it all told in a dazzling story of "what might have been" from the mouth of a Mary Magdalene who is so real and so human and so blessed with intelligence and humor and feeling, well this book just gave me goosebumps.
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gypsyheart More than 1 year ago
It was soo slow at most times. I felt like I was getting a lesson in early philosophy at the start of the book. Everyone had 2 names. I could go on and on about the things I didn't like. The one thing I did like was the way the author retold some of the famous scenes in the Bible in a way that would make it all make sense; not to replace our faith. I read this book for my book club; it was actually my choice. and we all agreed that it was way too long, there were too many words used and the author ultimately did not deliver what they set out to do.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow...this was honestly the worst book I've tried to read in ages. I'm no Biblical scholar, but the author, if she indeed has one, has never even cracked the cover. Pass this one up and get the George or Frederiksson book in its stead. Both of those are quite good.
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MichaelTravisJasper More than 1 year ago
This clever novel is supposed to tell the story of Jesus through the life of Mary Magdalene. It is well written and includes a great deal of historical and cultural trivia regarding life in ancient Israel and the surrounding areas. I learned a lot and found the story very entertaining; however, in this version of events, Jesus was not the literal incarnation of God, did not perform miracles, and did not rise from the dead. As I am a Christian, this conflicts with my personal beliefs. I enjoyed the book and appreciate it for what it is. This is truly a work of fiction. Many Christians would be offended by the explanations Biblical stories presented here. I am not. People have the right to believe whatever they choose. Personally, I believe Jesus [Yeshua] is The Son of God. (And I think He loved Mary Magdalene very much.) Michael Travis Jasper, Author of the Novel "To Be Chosen"
Guest More than 1 year ago
When I finally got to the end of this saga, I missed the ending because my mind was wandering. This tells me what I already knew by the third chapter: this is terrible book based on a great idea for a book. I kept on because the notion of this biblical re-write was so intriquing, I somehow thought the actual story would eventually match the concept. Unfortunately, it never did.