Son of Man

by Andrew Klavan

Overview

Like The Last Temptation of Christ, Son of Man is a novel about Jesus—the Jesus not of faith, but of flesh.

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ISBN-13:	9781504023535
Publisher:	The Permanent Press (ORD)
Publication date:	10/27/2015
Sold by:	OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED - EBKS
Format:	eBook
Pages:	187
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About the Author

Andrew Klavan (b. 1954) is a highly successful author of thrillers and hard-boiled mysteries. Born in New York City, Klavan was raised on Long Island and attended college at the University of California at Berkeley. He published his first novel, Face of the Earth, in 1977, and continued writing mysteries throughout the eighties, finding critical recognition when The Rain (1988) won an Edgar Award for best new paperback.
 
Besides his crime fiction, Klavan has distinguished himself as an author of supernatural thrillers, most notably Don’t Say a Word (1991), which was made into a film starring Michael Douglas. He has two ongoing series: Weiss and Bishop, a private-eye duo who made their debut in Dynamite Road (2003), and The Homelanders, a young-adult series about teenagers who fight radical Islam. Besides his fiction, Klavan writes regular opinion pieces for the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal, and other national publications. He lives in Southern California.

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Son of Man

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By Andrew Klavan

The Permanent Press

Copyright © 1988 Andrew Klavan
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5040-2353-5

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CHAPTER 1

1. This is the beginning of The Collector's Journal, containing the first of the poems in the Jesus cycle.

Jesus was born in Nazareth, a town in Galilee of about fifteen thousand souls. He was the second son of Mary, a carpenter's wife. His older brother was named Joses, and he had later a younger brother named James. He also had two sisters whose names and ages I could not discover.

Jesus' father was Joseph, an amiable and hard-working builder of houses and farming tools. He is remembered fondly among his people for his clever and outgoing personality and for his skill at his craft.

Those who remember the birth of Jesus say it was attended to in the usual manner of the Jews. When her time arrived, Mary was taken indoors by the midwives. She was given a mixture of herbs and wine to drink against the pain of labor, and handed, too, a dead animal — possibly a scorpion — to clutch for good luck. When the newborn arrived, he was lifted from the afterbirth by the attending women, bathed in water, then rubbed in salt. Next, the women wrapped him tightly in swaddling clothes and laid him in a trough they used as a cradle.

After eight days, the boy was taken to the local synagogue to be circumcised, according to the custom of his people. Mary had to stay behind: for seven days after the birth, she was considered unclean, and for thirty-three days more, she had still to remain sequestered. When the time of the circumcision arrived, the infant Jesus was taken from his mother's arms by his godmother. She carried him across the square into the synagogue.

As she stepped from the daylight into the darkness of the stone building, the congregation within rose from the benches and sang, "Blessed be he who comes in the name of the Lord!" At the candlelit altar at the front of the room, the town barber, acting in his religious capacity as mohel, proclaimed, "I am about to fulfill the precept of my creator."

The baby was brought forward, set upon a bench and held there by his godfather. A brief blessing was said and a drop of wine placed in the baby's mouth. Then, the child was exposed. The mohel grasped Jesus' penis and pulled the foreskin over the head before slicing the foreskin away with a bone knife. Then, the mohel performed the operation called periah in which the membrane around the baby's glans was also cut away. This extremely painful and somewhat complicated procedure makes it more difficult to disguise the traces of circumcision in later life — as many Jews try to do in the hopes of mixing in with their gentile neighbors.

Finally, the mohel put Jesus' penis in his mouth and sucked the blood from the wound in order to cleanse it. Then he said: "God hath impressed His seal on our flesh that all who see us may know and recognize that we are the seed which the Lord hath blessed."

When the prayers were over, the infant was handed to Joseph, who was asked the name of the child. He replied: "The child's name is Jesus: God is our savior."

At the age of thirteen, Jesus became bar mitzvah: son of the law, or he who may be punished for his transgressions. In that year, Joseph and Mary took their family to Jerusalem for the Passover. This is the Jews' spring festival, in which they celebrate their freedom from slavery in Egypt: that freedom won, they say, by virtue of a plague sent by their Lord to claim the sons of the Egyptians.

The procession to Jerusalem took three days. On the first, the families of Nazareth gathered at the town's well with their wagons and mules. The men took their staffs in their hands and the women their babies. The command was given and the caravan set off. They traveled on a road between grassy plains with the misty hills of Galilee on the horizon beyond them. At every town, new pilgrims joined them, until the road was glutted with men, women and children; camels, mules, oxen and wagons — all surrounded by a haze of dust, and a babble of talk and song.

Climbing over the hills into the valley of the Jordan River, they stayed the first night among the cities of the Decapolis, which are modern, many of them, their buildings and temples and colonnades made of gleaming marble and stone. On the morning of the second day, they moved on beside the river, into the wilderness of Judea. They camped by the oasis of Jericho, where the rich make their summer homes.

Finally, on the third day, the numberless throng saw the wasteland end. Under the watchtowers from which Roman guards observed them, they entered the gardens and fields of the city suburbs. Like a great snake, they wound around the base of the Mount of Olives and, at last, each in his turn looked upon Jerusalem.

Joseph made camp with his fellow townspeople. Then, he and the men of Nazareth — including Jesus now — ventured into the city to buy a lamb for the holiday sacrifice: a ritual which propitiates their God for the sons of Israel who were all miraculously spared by the Egyptian plague.

The Great Temple of Jerusalem sat on the city's highest hill. It consisted of a huge open courtyard with the temple itself at the center. Within the courtyard were the brightly colored booths of merchants: money exchangers who served the foreigners so that they could purchase animals for sacrifice, and those who sold the animals themselves. Above the court, and connected to its wall by a bridge, was the Antonia fortress. From there, Roman soldiers looked down upon the ceremonies and policed the crowd, for it was on these religious occasions that violence and uprisings were most likely to occur.

When the Nazarenes had pushed into the courtyard and bought their lambs, they joined two lines. At the end of each stood a priest, ready to perform the sacrifice. Young Jesus' description of this sacrifice forms the first poem in the collection:

    No one spoke the name of the Lord,
    the God of Abraham.
    No, nobody spoke the name of the Lord
    in the place where he calls the lamb.

    There a man with a nose like a talon,
    and a thirst for his gold by the gallon,
    and the heat of his thirst in his eyes,
    sold us the sacrifice.

    And the lamb was white.
    And I held him tight.

    The priest's robes shone with cloth-of-gold
    and jewels along its seam
    and his face, as sad as a saint of old,
    seemed alight with the golden gleam.

    When the shofar moaned like a roiling beast,
    we formed a procession behind the priest,
    till he reached the altar, turned and stood.
    And it was stained with blood.

    The horn of the ram
    called the trembling lamb.

    'Oh, praise the Lord,' the priest then sang.
    And now the shofar roared.
    'Praise his name forever,' the priest's voice rang.
    But none spoke the name of the Lord.

    'Not us, not us but just His name,' the priest then cried.
    'Not us, not us but just His name be glorified.'
    But no one around the blood-stained board
    spoke the name of the Lord.

    Not the priest most high.
    Nor I.

    He took my lamb, pulled back its head,
    held it above a bowl.
    When he raised his dagger his face glowed red,
    as his robe gleamed with cloth-of-gold.

    The lamb strained as a gash beneath his fleece
    swallowed the dagger. Then the straining ceased.
    He sagged. The blood, as it pattered down,
    was now the only sound.

    God of Abraham,
    my gift of a lamb.

    I looked away while it was dressed —
    while Father took two pegs,
    and ran one up from its rump to its breast,
    and one cross its two front legs.

    But the paschal feast was as mine alone.
    I ate and grew heavy. The full moon shone,
    till dawn was big with the waiting day;
    my soul with the need to pray:

    To bring forth the lamb;
    and the name: 1 AM.

When the festival was over, Joseph and Mary and the other Nazarenes made preparations to go. But as the caravan was being packed, Joses approached his parents and told them that Jesus was nowhere to be found.

A frantic search for the young man began. It was feared he was lost or that he had come to harm among the many disreputable people in the city. At last, however, Mary suggested they look for him in the temple, because she knew he had been deeply moved by the ceremonies there and had wanted to see the place again.

They found Jesus in the temple courtyard, sitting among a group of scribes, men who were considered expert in Jewish law. The conversation had drawn a small crowd, because the young boy spoke in a rebellious yet eloquent manner that had left the older men discomfited. The people were amused and they urged Jesus on.

"Do you really think the Lord is in your rules and regulations?" Jesus said. "You're breaking the chalice to sell the jewels. You're like merchants holding the shards of scripture to the light, twirling them in your fingers and looking for a freak strain to make your fortune with — or pausing, suddenly, entranced by your own reflection there. I feel ... I've seen ... seen ..."

But here Jesus became so impassioned he could no longer speak. And yet he might have gone on, had not Joseph and Mary stepped forward and intervened. They were angry with their son for having wandered off and frightened them — and also for insulting men of authority.

Joseph shouted at him: "What is the meaning of this? Why did you wander off when we were ready to go? Didn't you realize how worried we'd be? We looked all over for you."

Jesus was embarrassed to be publicly treated as a child. He answered fiercely: "Leave me alone. I am going about my Father's business," referring to the god of his people.

At this, Joseph lost his temper and would have struck the boy. But Mary stepped between them, saying: "Now that we have found him, let's just go home."

Joseph turned away. He muttered: "Spoil him then. He's yours."

Now, Mary spoke to the boy roughly, ordering him to follow. But that was all. She had been married to the prosperous carpenter out of a house of poor but scholarly men: She had respect for her son's learning, and she kept his sayings in her heart.

The family returned to the caravan in silent anger, and so journeyed home to Nazareth.

CHAPTER 2

2. This now is the beginning of The Book of Judas.

In the days when Rome first ruled over Palestine, Caesar Augustus sent Coponius to govern the Jews and to have full power over them. And Judas at this time was six years old, the only child of Benjamin and Judith of Sepphoris, which is the city that sits on the mountain top.

And Coponius decreed that there should be a census taken of the people that they might pay taxes to Caesar and come under his administration.

Now there was at that time in Sepphoris, a man called the Galilean.

And he went to the synagogue and called together many of the men of the town and addressed them, saying:

"My heart cries, and the heart of my God cries: A king is raised above us and the face of eagles graven in the place of the Lord."

And he called on the people to pay tribute to no one but the Lord, and to rise up in revolt against the census. And the people joined with him. And Benjamin, the father of Judas, and Abraham of Magdala, who was his friend, were also among them and joined with him.

And the people ran to the palace in the city where the guards of Antipas were. And the Galilean gave orders, crying: "Let us storm the walls, for this is the day of our liberation."

Then the Galilean led the charge with a multitude at his back. And they were shouting in anger and bearing aloft firebrands.

And the guards defended the portal with swords and many of the Galilean's men were killed so that the bodies piled up in the courtyard and the survivors had to scale the hillocks of the dead to strike at their enemies. And the Galilean cried out:

"This is the way to the oppressor which he has paved with the lives of my companions. Now he has made me such a road that there is no returning on it."

In the last hour of the evening, the guards were overcome. And the people streamed into the palace and broke open the caches of weapons there until every man was armed.

Then the Galilean gave orders that the city should be fortified. "For surely," he said, "The Romans will storm the hill."

It was at this time that Sulpicius Quirinius, the Roman governor of Syria, determined that he would invade Judea to put an end to the great rebellions that had arisen there. Whereupon, coming from the north into the land of Galilee, he found revolts in numerous places, and made haste first to Sepphoris to quell the uprising.

And when daylight came, the Galilean and his men saw the army from the battlements of the city, and it was as if the horizon had opened to pour forth soldiers and horsemen with the rays of the rising sun. And the people fell back from the fortifications in terror.

And Quirinius swept down upon the city and set it on fire, so that the houses of the people became walls of flame and the streets were corridors of smoke between them. And in the midst of the smoke was the thunder of horses. And swords flashed out of the smoke, their blades bright with the firelight, so that the people of the city died in great numbers seeing only the murderous sword and never the hand that held it.

Benjamin, the father of Judas, and Abraham, fought side by side all through that day; and many Romans fell by their swords. But, at last, Abraham lost his friend in the smoke.

And when he saw that the battle was finished and the Romans victorious, Abraham joined the great crush of people running from the city. And he made away with them to the surrounding hills.

And Abraham went to the place where the people gathered in the caves of the hills, and there he watched the city burning all night long. And the Romans put many of the people to the sword and many were taken away as slaves. And the Romans set crosses outside the city and crucified many of the people such that those who escaped could see them dying by the dying light of the flames. And Abraham wept in his heart because he knew that Benjamin was among them.

And when Abraham had seen these things, the women came to him and told him that the son of Benjamin had survived. For they had found him sitting in tears beside the body of his mother and they had carried him away beneath their robes.

And Abraham saw Judas sitting among the women. And the child sat watching the destruction of the city, and he cried out in his heart:

"I have seen the centurion with the sight of my eyes:
his stallion rearing,
the plume of his helmet waving,
his sword forever rising against the sky.
I have seen his breastplate glittering in the sun
and his red cape fluttering in the wind of the fire.
He has ridden on, and I see his shadow
still before me in the empty air."

And Abraham went to Judas and lifted the boy in his arms and said: "You are my son now."

Now when the country had become more peaceful, Abraham removed Judas to his home in Magdala on Lake Gennesaret. And Naomi, Abraham's wife, welcomed Judas joyfully, for she was childless.

And Abraham showed Judas the life of a fisherman on Gennesaret. And the boy grew strong and bold in spirit.

And Abraham told Judas of Sepphoris and of how he and Benjamin had fought bravely together so that many Romans died at their hands. And Judas listened and Rome was always in his thoughts. And he asked passing travelers of the wonders they had seen at Rome, and for himself saw the roads and the buildings they had made in the country and the lawfulness their soldiers had brought to the land.

But one day, when Judas was a young man, he saw a contingent of centurious riding along the road to the outpost at Capernaum. And Judas' heart was filled with anger, and he said:

"Where is the nation like you, Rome, that has conquered my people? I must be mighty as you are to reclaim them, and wear a Roman face in battle with you."

Then Judas swore himself to be a rebel. And he carried the knife of the assassin which is called sicarius, and was known as Judas Sicariot.

Now about this time, the Romans sent Pontius Pilate to be procurator of Judea, Samaria and Idumaea, and ordered him to make Roman rule heavy on the shoulders of the people. And Pilate was appointed by Sejanus, who hated the Jews; and Pilate knew that Sejanus envied him his birth and would bring him to ruin if he failed in his appointment.

So Pilate sent his armies into Jerusalem and hung their standards from Antonia palace so that the graven image of the eagle should be above the house of the Lord. And the people were made angry and came before Pilate in Caesarea in great numbers, demanding the eagles be taken down.

Now when the people had cried out to him many days, Pilate ordered that they come to him in the stadium where he would issue his decree. And when they had come before him and made their request, Pilate lifted his finger and, at once, soldiers bearing naked swords entered at all the doorways. And the soldiers surrounded the people as if they would put them to death.

And the people bowed down before Pilate as one man, and bared their necks to him, so much as to say: Better we should die than that a graven image should hang above the temple.

And the procurator was amazed. And his lieutenant turned to him and said: "Pontius Pilate, meet the Jews."

And Pilate ordered that the eagles be removed.

(Continues...)

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