On a winter's day, some twenty years after the end of the Second World War, a huge, smiling fat man wearing a black bowler hat and a military greatcoat and known as Geraty walked into a bar in the Bronx bearing his name and picked the pocket of a young man named Quin, thereby setting in motion a series of events that was to culminate in the largest funeral procession held in Asia since the thirteenth century. More...

Tales of a blind man, written down by an imbecile. Such is the genesis of the Bible in this raucous, unsettling account of recent and not-so-recent history with its richly entwined odysseys: More...

On the last day of December 1921, three men sat down to a game of poker in the back room of an antiquities shop in Jerusalem: More...

On a clear night in 1942 a hand grenade exploded in a Cairo slum, killing one man instantly.
That man is Stern, an obscure gunrunner and morphine addict whose death should be of no significance during the darkest days of the century. In the Western Desert the Germans are advancing from victory to victory, and Rommel's powerful Afrika Corps is threatening to overrun Egypt and seize control of the Middle East. Yet Allied Intelligence takes a very special interest in Stern. More...

The distance from Jerusalem down to Jericho in the Jordan River valley is only about fifteen miles. From there up into the Moabite hills of Jordan is but another ten miles, distances a man can walk in one night. When adversaries live at such close quarters they affect each other in strange and unsuspected ways. More...