know? This you’ve forgotten?’
‘I didn’t forget, Rabbi Mandelbaum. But I wanted Will to hear it from you. To hear it all.’
‘There are thirty-six tzaddikim in each generation. You know perhaps that in Hebrew, each letter also has a numerical value? In Hebrew, thirty-six is expressed by the Hebrew characters lamad, which is like an English l and vav, which is equivalent to the letter v in English. Lamad is thirty and vav is six. In Yiddish, these righteous men are known as the lamadvavniks: the thirty-six just men who uphold the world.’
Will jolted, his antennae twitching the way they did when he heard the words that would make a news story.
‘Excuse me, what do you mean by “uphold the world”?’ He saw TC was nodding, a half-smile on her lips that seemed to say, At last we’re getting to the heart of the matter.
‘Ah, well this is the whole point of the story. I am sorry Mr Monroe, I’m getting old. I should have mentioned this at the start. Please, let me get past.’ The rabbi was reaching for yet another book; one of the few in the room in English. The Messianic Idea in Judaism by Gershom Scholem. ‘Someone gave this to the seminary. I think it tries to explain these matters to the general reader—’
Will was almost scratching at his own skin in frustration. He nodded politely, his eyes wide, doing all he could to encourage the rabbi to cut the academic footnotes and get on with it.
‘Ah yes, here we are. Scholem says that Jewish tradition “speaks of thirty-six tzaddikim, or just men, on whom – though they are unknown or hidden – rests the fate of the world”.’ He was skim-reading further down the page. ‘“Already in the biblical Proverbs of Solomon, we find the saying that the just man is the foundation of the world and therefore, as it were, supports it”.’
‘Hold on, Rabbi Mandelbaum.’ It was TC, suddenly on the edge of her seat. ‘Where in Proverbs is that reference?’
Slowly, the rabbi turned back a page. ‘Chapter 10, Verse 25.’
Instantly, TC reached into her bag and pulled out her pile of Post-it notes, written after the text message clues had led them to Proverbs 10. She thumbed through them until she found the one she wanted. She smiled and passed it to Will.
Verse 25: As the whirlwind passeth, so is the wicked no more; but the righteous is as an everlasting foundation.
‘A foundation,’ said TC quietly. Now looking at Will: ‘The righteous men are the foundation on which the world stands. Without them, the world collapses.’
‘Tova Chaya has summarized it well. There is some discussion about the origin of the idea. Some scholars think it dates back to Abraham’s argument with the Almighty over the people of Sodom.’
TC could tell Will did not know of any such argument and that Rabbi Mandelbaum was not about to explain it. She stepped in. ‘Basically, God was about to destroy the entire city of Sodom because they had become sinful,’ she said in a semi-whisper, keen to get this out of the way rather than opening up a new discussion with her old teacher. ‘Abraham tries to make a deal, proposing that if he, Abraham, can find fifty good people in the town, then God should spare it. God agrees and then Abraham starts negotiating. In that case, he says, if you’d save it for fifty, then what about forty? God agrees to that, too. They keep haggling until finally Abraham has beaten God down to ten good men. OK, God says, find me ten good people and I’ll save Sodom. So that establishes the principle that, so long as there are some truly righteous people around, the rest of us are OK. We’re saved because they are in the world.’
Rabbi Mandelbaum picked up the thread. ‘There is some dispute about the exact numbers. Some say thirty, some say forty-five. But from the fourth century or so, the number becomes settled on thirty-six. As Rabbi Abaye writes, “There are in the world not less than thirty-six righteous persons in every generation upon whom the Shekhina rests”.’
‘Sorry. What was that word?’
‘My apologies. The Shekhina is God’s radiance, the Divine Countenance.’
Still in a semi-whisper, TC said: ‘It refers to the outward appearance of God. It’s kind of like a divine light,’ adding with what Will felt sure was pride, ‘it’s feminine.’
‘I want to be sure I understand this correctly,’ Will began, haltingly. ‘Jewish teaching holds that there are thirty-six people alive at any one time who are truly righteous. They may be hidden away in obscurity, doing humdrum jobs, living flawed, even sinful lives. But, quietly and in secret, they perform acts of extraordinary goodness. And so long as they’re around, we’re all OK. They keep the world afloat.’ Will finally understood the last clue: the statue of Atlas at the Rockefeller Center, carrying the whole universe on his shoulders.
‘Which means,’ he said, his voice slowing, ‘that if they were not around, for whatever reason, it would, literally, be the end of the world.’
Heavily and slowly, the aged rabbi nodded. ‘I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means.’
Sunday, 8.46pm, Crown Heights, Brooklyn
So this was why people were dying. For nothing more than a bizarre, quasi-biblical legend. The waste of life struck Will with new force: what insanity, what cruelty, for Howard Macrae or Pat Baxter to be murdered in the name of a lunatic fantasy. The end of the world indeed! It was obviously nonsense. Who could seriously believe thirty-six people kept the world alive? Will had not breathed in the empirical, sceptical air of Oxford for nothing. He had been taught to dismiss such bunkum out of hand: it made more sense to believe in fairies at the bottom of the garden.
And yet what he thought was surely irrelevant. Someone obviously did believe it – with an intensity that made them ready to kill wholly innocent men, all over the world. If this was the killers’ motive, what did it matter whether it was rational or not?
That was what Will told himself. But still something nagged. Something about this man and his books; something about the respect TC had for him. Something about TC, Tova Chaya, herself. These people were not bug-eyed maniacs. They were keepers of an ancient tradition which had endured since the city of Sodom. The story of the thirty-six had been passed down quietly, generation after generation, from the days of Abraham through centuries of wanderings from Babylon to eastern Europe and, now, to America. Jews were not cranks, latching onto fantasies; not as far as he knew. His conversations with TC had always projected the same impression: that Judaism was not concerned with the supernatural, so much as with the way real human beings treated each other in the here and now. They did not seem to believe in flying saucers or cripples throwing away their crutches. They were more grounded than that. So if they believed in the hidden presence of thirty-six good men, maybe there was a reason.
Something else dulled Will’s usually sceptical instincts. If he had not discovered it for himself, he would never have believed it. But Macrae and Baxter, Samak in Bangkok and Curtis in London had fitted the rabbi’s description perfectly. They had indeed performed acts of uncommon goodness and had done so entirely in private. They had shunned publicity, just as the legend demanded. (Will’s strong hunch was that, until he started digging, the righteous acts of Baxter and Macrae, at least, had been entirely unknown.) The four people he knew about had even disguised themselves as sinners, people who would be reviled rather than revered. A pimp and a politician, for heaven’s
