Having just completed the re-reading of *My Name Is Asher Lev*, I was irresistibly drawn to re-read the sequel. The story of the artist and Ladover Hasid Asher Lev leaps forward by twenty years. Asher is residing and working in France. Sadly, he has lost his mentor, Jacob Kahn. He is now married and has two children - the asthmatic yet bright daughter Rochelah and the sensitive son Avrumel. His latest exhibition was severely criticized by the critics. Now, Asher discovers that his beloved Uncle has passed away. He gathers his family and takes them back to the Brooklyn Ladover community that he turned away from in his twenties.
The reestablishment of the Ladover connection brings Asher back into the orbit of his father, who is now the Ladovers' second-in-command, respected only slightly less than the aging and frail Rebbe, their religious leader. It also forces him into a confrontation with his late uncle's adult children, who either have mixed feelings about the renowned artist or openly despise him. So when Asher learns that Uncle Yitzoch had a substantial and extremely valuable art collection - and that he appointed Asher as the executor - the tensions and pressures on an artist at a turning point intensify until he can no longer endure it. And ultimately, the Rebbe desires something from Asher that he feels incapable of giving. Must he make a choice between two things he loves profoundly?
Potok once again weaves a captivating spell around the Ladover community and its numerous characters. And once more, the author delves deep into the mind and heart of a great artist, striving to discover new means to express his feelings and beliefs while remaining true to his faith.