“The Storyteller” by Jodi Picoult
How does one explain a story full of a tortuous accounting of monstrous acts? Picoult manages to weave this tale with extraordinary, but too true, data from an era gone but never forgotten.
Sage Singer is just a baker, or at least that’s what we initially see her as. She becomes more, a confidant, a granddaughter of a Holocaust survivor, and Josef Weber’s last hope of redemption. But even Weber isn’t who he originally appears to be. He asks Sage to do something abhorrent: he wants her to both forgive him and kill him.
Sage—with the help of DOJ Leo Stein—digs out what she believes to be the real facts about Weber, who he really is. She is faced with a decision that will affect the rest of her life. After everything she unearths about Weber, can she really kill him? Will it haunt her as Weber’s life haunted him?
Thrown into the mix is Sage’s love affair with a married man, Adam. Not only does she have to deal with Weber’s deceit and murderous actions, she also has to face up to what her relationship with Adam really is and choose to move on.
Although very well-written, “The Storyteller” is emotionally disturbing in many parts. It made me cry then smile then cry again. Picoult’s words are nothing less than mesmeric and when you read the last page, you will shut the book and cry again.