By Michael Chabon

I’ve read pretty much everything Michael Chabon has written. I am in awe of his evocative writing style and enjoy the whimsical nature of his story lines. The Yiddish Policemen’s Union is his follow-up to The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, a book I completely enjoyed from cover to cover. While equally ambitious and enjoyable, Union ultimately runs out of steam and fails to engross the read like Kavalier.
The premise is inventive and engaging. Imagine if the Jews ultimately failed to establish the State of Israel after World War II and instead were given a small swath of land in coastal Alaska to settle. Instead of Tel Aviv, Jews in this alternate universe have Sitka as their capital and have established a large Jewish community in the far Pacific Northwest. As the book begins we learn that Sitka will soon lose sovereignty as an independent territory and, not unlike the last two thousand years, Jews will again have to seek a new homeland.
Enter Meyer Landsman, a Sam Spade (Spadestein)-like detective down on his luck. The run-down hotel where he lives is the scene of an execution-style murder of a junky chess master who turns out to be much more than he appears…
The novel unfolds as a class murder-mystery with a number of surprises and turns of fate. Along the way Chabon introduces the reader to the large cast of beautifully drawn characters who inhabit the strange world of Sitka, including Mafia-like Hassidic Jews, Filipino Donut kings, and Tlingit Indian lawmen. Chabon’s writing and narrative brings the sights, sounds, and smells of this imaginary Kosher wasteland to life (although his copious use of Yiddish may be confusing to some readers).
Ultimately, I found that the novel ran out steam about three quarters of the way through and ends up limping to the conclusion. Creating a compelling murder mystery against the backdrop of such a lavishly fantastic setting must have been challenging for the writer. While it works on a number of levels, I thought all the competing elements of story became exhausting and I limped through the last fifty pages or so. The mystery becomes more complex and far-reaching as it unravels (and quite difficult to follow!)
I would recommend The Yiddish Policemen’s Union to Chabon fans and readers who enjoy thick and juicy power-fiction. It’s a must read for anyone who enjoys Chabon’s work. However, I would try Kavalier or Mysteries of Pittsburgh if you haven’t read any of his work.