For those of us who have read the Old Testament of the Christian Bible or the Hebrew Bible, there is a familiarity with the story of David who “slew Goliath” and who was given honors by Saul, King of the Israelites. David eventually becomes king, himself, but his life is a combination of beauty and blood. The language of the Bible often makes it difficult to appreciate all the intricacies of life at that moment: The vulnerability of the Israelites; the constant conflicts; Saul’s descent into madness; the system of belief and worship; and, the politics of the moment. Geraldine Brooks brings this all into vivid relief.
The story opens in narration by the prophet Natan who speaks to himself about King David, a man he has known for all of his adult life.
"Have a care, Natan, I told myself. It is one thing to speak hard truths to a king in that strange voice that rises up unbidden from the earth and echoes with the power of the heavens. It is another thing entirely to speak frankly to him as one man to another, especially as I am a man in his service."
At this point, David has been king for years and is worried about his legacy.
"“What has that to do with this matter?”
“Your line will not fail. You know this. Yet memory surely will. Your sons—what will they remember? Or their sons, after? When all who knew you in life are but bleached bone and dust, your descendants, your people, will crave to understand what manner of man you were when you did these deeds, first and last. Not just the deeds. The man.”"
And to that end, Brooks tries to give us insights into David. For instance: "It was as if the harp were a loom, the notes he drew from it a bright thread forming a splendid pattern. He played this way often, even interrupting meetings with his generals. He said that the music—its order and precision—helped him find the patterns in things—the way through the confusion of events and opinions to direction, to order, and beyond, to inspiration."
Natan reflects on his first meeting with the man who would be king and their complicated relationship:
"It might seem strange, that a boy would so easily desert all that he knew to serve his father’s killer. It seemed strange to me, too. But as I lay there, my grief raw and my mind addled, I was not confused about where I now belonged. I knew, in some deep place, even then at the very beginning of things, that the heart of a prophet is not his own to bestow. I had to go with David whether I would or no. And not just because he willed it. Had he beaten me, thrown me out and left me dying by the side of the road, I would have crawled after him, shouting the words he needed to hear.
"David, then, was an outlaw. A wanted man, declared a traitor. And the Land, this narrow notch, riven and divided by jagged lines of hills, was hardly the country likely to usher forth an empire. Our tribes were a frayed and flimsy alliance, fragmented by enmity, led by a king whose own anointing prophet, Shmuel, had disavowed him, whose behavior was erratic, if not mad. We were squeezed between the Sea People on the coast, Pharaoh’s armies to the southwest, and the mighty peoples of the Two Rivers to the east."
King David wants Natan to capture the entire arch of his life from before Natan saw him and prophesized his future to the present day. This was no small task and it would include many of David’s entourage and those at Court.
And through this device, the book also includes other points of view: "“Well, none of us believed what the old man said. How could David, that worthless little turd—don’t look at me like that. It’s how we thought of him; I know she told you that. But I’ll bet she didn’t tell you that he well earned his reputation. No. I bet she told you he was her perfect darling. Well, he wasn’t perfect. He was a sly little shit. He’d learned to be. He knew how to keep an eye to the merest advantage and he did not scruple to take it, once it showed itself. He was like you in that way.” He scowled at me, malice in his face. His mouth twisted into a grin. “You forget. I was there that day he killed your father. I saw your wonderful piece of playacting. It was well done, I have to give you credit. I thought at the time, that boy’s got balls. How you came up with it—kingdom, crown, all that stuff—and had the front to put on that show with your father’s blood up to your ankles. It won you your life, and now look at you. The king’s prophet. A man to be reckoned with. Well, you might have suckered my brother but you don’t fool me."
Yet David triumphs in many ways and is his peoples’ choice: “It helped that he was brave. He never asked a man to do more than he did himself. He always put himself in the forefront—well, you know that—you fought with him."
This is much more the story of the decline of David and the challenges placed in front of his prophet, Natan: "“All those years ago, when my father told me he had made this match for me, I was afraid. I did not want to leave behind my people and my gods, familiar gods that I knew by name, that I could see and touch and worship in the high places. I was afraid of your god, this god whose name I may not even say, whose image I may not even see. But my father said it would be all right, for though this Name had no face, it had a voice, and spoke through a prophet, who was fearless, and told the king if he did good or ill.” Her gaze, as she said this, was lacerating. It could have etched a stela. I found myself looking away from her, studying the floor mosaic. “But now I know this is not true. You say that your Name gave you laws, which you keep in your ark and proclaim as holy. And now one of those laws, one of the heaviest of those laws, has been broken. Yet the king does nothing, and the Voice of the Name is silent. How can this be?”"
By constructing the book in this fashion Brooks gives herself a lot of license to fill out the corners of this portrait. Whether it is research or insight, Brooks weaves together many strands to give us a multi-dimensional portrait: not just of David; not just of Natan; but of life in that period; war in that period; the court of David; and other aspects such as - "Those who knew or loved music found an instant bond with him. You cannot harmonize in song or play instruments together without listening one to the other, sensing when to be loud and when soft, when to take the lead and when to yield it. I think that few grasp the connection between waging war and making music, but in the long evenings, when the firelight flickered on the cave walls and the voices joined and rose with his, I learned the unity between the two."
This is a masterful effort that will be enjoyed by many.