This book originally drew me in because it is a collection of short stories following a particular theme. These stories are based upon Jewish folklore, and while I don’t know the first thing about Jewish folklore, customs, or religion, my ignorance in no way hampered my ability to enjoy this book.
Jonathan Keats, the real writer, uses a fabricated author named Jay Katz to lend the twelve stories in this collection authenticity. I won’t spoil any plot points, but I thought Keats used a creative way to set up the short stories in an important, and entertaining, context. He even leaves open the possibility of a revisit since there are thirty-six stories in all that need to be told.
The stories themselves are largely addictive. With more hits than misses, Keats delivers tales of saints so saintly they don’t even realize they’re saints, thus retaining the capacity to sin advantageously for their fellow man. Most of them are inviting, lively tales that subtly offer a lesson in morality and have no shortage of good humor. However, a few of them fell a little flat for me; but, even with that being said, I’d recommend this book due to a majority of well-written, absorbing tales.