Will iconic images recorded in the grooves of an ancient vase unite the Holy Land or rip it further apart?
THE VASE
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.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Dreams Again
Speaking of dreams, I had one this morning before I woke up, and it was about waiting for some man to interview me about publishing my book, THE VASE. But it was weird, as dreams can be, that I didn't want to wait for the dude. I was at a mall or something like that, and invited into this sort of reception room where I was waiting to be seen by some fast-talking con man, and I got up and left because I was unwilling to wait.
And that's funny unto itself, because the submission process is largely about waiting. But after I got up, these scary looking men followed me and tried to bring me back to that room, and even grabbed me to force me back, but I wouldn't go with them. I was not so eager to get published by these guys. I think I believed they were some kind of subsidy publishers. And it's true one publisher that contacted me was just that. You had to agree to buy something like five thousand dollars of books from them to get published by them. That sounded ridiculous to me, so no thanks.
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