Goyhood is the story of twins, David and Marty (now Mayer), who find themselves cast away from their lives when their mother dies suddenly. In grappling with this news, they also uncover that they are in fact, not Jewish, as they had known their entire lives. David is usually up to no good and in true form, largely sticks to this script in the aftermath. Mayer, however, as a Talmud scholar married to a rabbi’s daughter, is cast adrift in the spiritual sea. What follows is the incredible journey of the brothers, a one-eyed dog they rescue, and Charlayne, a friend they find. Together, the reader journeys with them through America’s deep south as they try to work out who they really are and what this means for them.
At its heart, author Reuven Fenton’s story is one of identity. Who are we really when the layer of race, religion and social stratum are peeled away? What is the difference between the faith we have and the religion we follow? How much of our spiritual compass shapes our everyday? Through the twins’ journey we learn that coming back to your roots may not always be as you imagined. And you may have to recalibrate your life, and in Mayer’s case, your now void marriage.
The other theme that runs through the book is the sibling relationship. Originally close, Mayer and David have been estranged for a while. Their personalities are completely different and they have chosen different paths for life. But the death of their parent throws them together in this mayhem and they have to provide support for each other, or they’d lose their way. Plenty of hilarity ensues too, not least in the form of fireworks which leaves the reader in splits.
For those of us unfamiliar with Judaism, some of the terms were a little difficult to understand at the start. But I got the hang of them soon enough and I also appreciated learning more about a religion different to my own. The pace of the story is fast and the author’s style is engaging and entertaining, which is great for a debut novel.
Read this over the summer – and contemplate, if you lost your parent and found out that you weren’t the religion you thought you were, what would you do?