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Joseph, the guy with the Technicolor Dreamcoat is the brother of the main character in this book - his sister - Dinah (Dee-nah). The name of the book comes from the women's tent where all who are in an "unclean" status must go. Unclean can be menstruating, or fulfilling the time after the birth of a baby, and means hanging out with other ladies in this same situation, propped over bowls to catch their blood, all while talking, fighting, singing, bonding, sleeping, and surely smelling ripely in the family's (more tribe than our idea of family) Red Tent.
When this book first came out I tried to read it. A number of chapters in, after detailed descriptions of the reasons for the red tent, conversations taking place in the red tent, and then all the animals being abused on a regular basis by shepherds while the ladies were not available, I remember slamming the book shut. Every Sunday School lesson I'd ever had was offended beyond all justification. Joseph is very close to Jesus in my line-up of biblical heroes. Shepherds and angels. . .almost the same thing in my religious lexicon. So these cackling women, as womanly as one can get, bloody, horny, gossipy, laughing at Jacob and the fathers of the 12 tribes of Israel. . . . Well, I couldn't bear it.
I don't think I'm all that changed these many years later, but this came up again in my list - and I chose to approach it from a different direction - audiobook. By the first chaper, I was head over heels in love with Dinah in a way that print hadn't invited. Listening to the offensive conversations, I found myself chuckling. I've been there before, and it was funny for me, too, without me feeling I was disrespecting a prophet. Prophets weren't even on the topic list. Just men and women and all the weirdness there. . . .so I was in this book, to the very end.
The author took liberties with the story as told in the bible, but very, very few. And, as I've always tried to imagine what it must have been to be Dinah, this helped that fantasy. Surely there were other sisters, and women. The Red Tent filled in some of those blanks for me.
This is a long, epic story. At every turn Dinah finds a way to celebrate her womanhood (and that's not a word with which I'm comfortable!), through the profound depth of her embracing who she was, and rather than wishing she was a male, and made herself powerful through who she was, how she was, what she was and what she knew. . .by acknowledging the tribe of women throughout her life who helped get her to the very end of her days. I confess - I wept.
Dinah lived a long time ago, and she may or may not have had a life just like Anita Diamant captured in the Red Tent, but that truth Anita Diamant wrote of being a woman goes way beyond Dinah. She was writing of me and my experience as a woman with other women I have known, who have loved me, cherished me, fought over me, raised me, disillusioned and comforted me. Of women who taught me good habits, and those who taught me bad ones, of women who showed me the desirability of perfection, and the impossibility of it, those who illustrated the force of gratitude, apology, regret, sorrow and the deep wisdom of silence standing by. By assigning these all to Dinah, there is a moment in the text where you catch your breath and realize: she is me, I am her, I know this. I.know.this. It filled me, like spiritual truths do, causing a deep harmonic response up and down my spine, tearfalls breaching lashes. . .that's writing shot from a bow, hitting my heart.
That's 5 stars. Ruby.Scarlet.Crimson.Burgundy.Maroon.
When this book first came out I tried to read it. A number of chapters in, after detailed descriptions of the reasons for the red tent, conversations taking place in the red tent, and then all the animals being abused on a regular basis by shepherds while the ladies were not available, I remember slamming the book shut. Every Sunday School lesson I'd ever had was offended beyond all justification. Joseph is very close to Jesus in my line-up of biblical heroes. Shepherds and angels. . .almost the same thing in my religious lexicon. So these cackling women, as womanly as one can get, bloody, horny, gossipy, laughing at Jacob and the fathers of the 12 tribes of Israel. . . . Well, I couldn't bear it.
I don't think I'm all that changed these many years later, but this came up again in my list - and I chose to approach it from a different direction - audiobook. By the first chaper, I was head over heels in love with Dinah in a way that print hadn't invited. Listening to the offensive conversations, I found myself chuckling. I've been there before, and it was funny for me, too, without me feeling I was disrespecting a prophet. Prophets weren't even on the topic list. Just men and women and all the weirdness there. . . .so I was in this book, to the very end.
The author took liberties with the story as told in the bible, but very, very few. And, as I've always tried to imagine what it must have been to be Dinah, this helped that fantasy. Surely there were other sisters, and women. The Red Tent filled in some of those blanks for me.
This is a long, epic story. At every turn Dinah finds a way to celebrate her womanhood (and that's not a word with which I'm comfortable!), through the profound depth of her embracing who she was, and rather than wishing she was a male, and made herself powerful through who she was, how she was, what she was and what she knew. . .by acknowledging the tribe of women throughout her life who helped get her to the very end of her days. I confess - I wept.
Dinah lived a long time ago, and she may or may not have had a life just like Anita Diamant captured in the Red Tent, but that truth Anita Diamant wrote of being a woman goes way beyond Dinah. She was writing of me and my experience as a woman with other women I have known, who have loved me, cherished me, fought over me, raised me, disillusioned and comforted me. Of women who taught me good habits, and those who taught me bad ones, of women who showed me the desirability of perfection, and the impossibility of it, those who illustrated the force of gratitude, apology, regret, sorrow and the deep wisdom of silence standing by. By assigning these all to Dinah, there is a moment in the text where you catch your breath and realize: she is me, I am her, I know this. I.know.this. It filled me, like spiritual truths do, causing a deep harmonic response up and down my spine, tearfalls breaching lashes. . .that's writing shot from a bow, hitting my heart.
That's 5 stars. Ruby.Scarlet.Crimson.Burgundy.Maroon.