The Statfire Breeze steams its way north toward the Gulf of Alaska, buffeted by crisp sea winds blowing down from the Arctic. Those on board are seeking peace, relaxation, adventure, escape. But there is no escape here in this place of unspoiled natural majesty. Because terror strolls the decks even in the brilliant light of day... and death is a conspicuous, unwelcome passenger.
Now for the first time in trade paperback, James A. Michener's magnificent journey through the history of Alaska and his epic tale of the men and women who tried to claim the land and its spirit.
Now in softcover!
For sixty years Jewish refugees and their descendants have prospered in the Federal District of Sitka, a "temporary" safe haven created in the wake of the Holocaust and the shocking 1948 collapse of the fledgling state of Israel. The Jews of the Sitka District have created their own little world in the Alaskan panhandle, a vibrant and complex frontier city that moves to the music of Yiddish. But now the District is set to revert to Alaskan control, and their dream is coming to an end.
Homicide detective Meyer Landsman of the District Police has enough problems without worrying about the upcoming Reversion. His life is a shambles, his marriage a wreck, his career a disaster. And in the cheap hotel where Landsman has washed up, someone has just committed a murder--right under his nose.
At once a gripping whodunit, a love story, and an exploration of the mysteries of exile and redemption, The Yiddish Policemen's Union is a novel only Michael Chabon could have written.
John Straley brings his storytelling abilities to a new level in this completely original period crime story using actual incidents and real places. He's created a cast of complex characters filled with fear, passion, and greed yet buoyed by an undercurrent of hope.
". . . a rich tale . . . part mystery and part action-adventure . . . Straley hits all the right notes here: vividly detailed scenes . . . as well as almost Dickension vignettes of the working conditions in the canneries and on the waterfronts of the Northwest, meld perfectly with a Jack London