Will iconic images recorded in the grooves of an ancient vase unite the Holy Land or rip it further apart?
A novel by Mark M. DeRobertis
Muhsin Muhabi is a Palestinian potter, descended from a long line of potters. His business is run from the same shop owned by his ancestors since the day his forebears moved to Nazareth. The region's conflict saw the death of his oldest son, and rogue terrorists are in the process of recruiting his youngest in their plot to assassinate the Pope and Israeli prime minister.
Professor Hiram Weiss is an art historian at Nazareth’s Bethel University. He is also a Shin Bet operative on special assignment. With the help of fellow agent, Captain Benny Mathias, he plans to destroy the gang responsible for the death of his wife and only child. He puts a bomb in the ancient vase he takes on loan from Muhsin’s Pottery Shop.
Mary Levin, the charming assistant to the director of Shin Bet, has lost a husband and most of her extended family to recurring wars and never-ending terrorism. She dedicates her life to the preservation of Israel, but to whom will she dedicate her heart? The brilliant professor from Bethel University? Or the gallant captain who now leads Kidon?
Harvey Holmes, the Sherlock of Haunted Houses, is a Hollywood TV host whose reality show just flopped. When a Lebanese restaurant owner requests his ghost-hunting services, he believes the opportunity will resurrect his career. All he has to do is exorcise the ghosts that are haunting the restaurant. It happens to be located right across the street from Muhsin’s Pottery Shop.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Not Sending yet
So hopefully, I can get that done by Friday, as I'm about a quarter through it already. This has always been the most fun part of writing anyway. That's probably why I'm so easily convinced to do it. I remember my editor over at Penumbra was getting impatient to release The Vase. I wanted to keep on going over the edits again and again. I mean it was only getting better every time. Finally, he published it anyway, even though I did want to go through it one more time.
But then there might have been one more time after that, and one more time after that. It's probably what he was thinking. Hey, I'm an artist, and that means I'm a perfectionist. It's how your art gets great. If an artist wasn't a perfectionist who would want to buy his/her art? No one. So that's how it works for me. I'm a perfectionist and I want my work to be perfect. What's wrong with that?