Characters
Asher Lev - narrator; a middle-aged painter and Ladover Jew who resides in the south of France.
Devorah Lev - Asher's wife, an author of children's books. As a small child, Devorah was hidden in a Paris apartment for two years in order to evade the Nazi concentration camps, in which both of her parents perished.
Rocheleh Lev - Asher and Devorah's intelligent eleven-year-old daughter.
Avrumel Lev - Asher and Devorah's five-year-old son.
Max Lobe - Devorah's cousin, a French Jewish artist.
John Dorman - An alcoholic, expatriate American novelist; a friend of Asher and Devorah
Yitzchok Lev - Asher's supportive uncle who dies in the first chapter; his death inspires a tentative reconciliation between Asher and his father.
Cousin Nahum- Asher's cousin who shows him his uncle’s art collection.
Cousin Yonkel- Doesn’t like Asher at all he believes Asher and all art is from the other side. He is very rude to Asher throughout most of the story.
Aryeh Lev - Asher's father; works for the rebbe traveling to Vienna and Russia to build yeshivas and save Jews from Communist persecution.
Rivkeh Lev - Asher's mother, now a professor.
Jacob Kahn - a brilliant artist with whom Asher studied as a youth; now an old and dying man.
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