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<p><span style="color:rgb(15,17,17);font-family:'Amazon Ember', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Richard II found himself under siege not once, but twice in his minority. Crowned king at age ten, he was only fourteen when the Peasants' Revolt terrorized London. But he proved himself every bit the Plantagenet successor, facing Wat Tyler and the rebels when all seemed lost. Alas, his triumph was short-lived, and for the next ten years he struggled to assert himself against his uncles and increasingly hostile nobles. Just like in the days of his great-grandfather Edward II, vengeful magnates strove to separate him from his friends and advisors, and even threatened to depose him if he refused to do their bidding. The Lords Appellant, as they came to be known, purged the royal household with the help of the Merciless Parliament. They murdered his closest allies, leaving the King alone and defenseless. He would never forget his humiliation at the hands of his subjects. Richard's inability to protect his adherents would haunt him for the rest of his life, and he vowed that next time, retribution would be his.</span><br /><span class="a-text-bold" style="color:rgb(15,17,17);font-family:'Amazon Ember', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;font-weight:700;">B.R.A.G. Medallion honoree!</span></p>
Story Behind The Book
I think I’ve always been searching. Granted, sometimes it was for my car keys, but the idea of finding my spiritual center has captivated me since I was a young child. Growing up though, I didn’t believe I could call myself a seeker, because I thought that description belonged to the great spiritual teachers of the past. I didn’t think that I, a Jewish girl growing up in the suburbs, was entitled to navigate a path toward revelation, salvation or enlightenment. Let’s face it, half of the time I was just praying for a good hair day. But that stirring, that spiritual hunger, continued to growl in my stomach and no amount of my mother’s tender brisket was going to quell it. It craved some brown rice and tofu too, a little East meets West.
Long before the term Ju-Bu (Jewish-Buddhist) or Bu-Ju (Buddhist-Jew) was invented, my spiritual inclinations led me to seek balance with one foot in the synagogue and the other crossed over into a seated lotus position. Perhaps this is just my karma. Maybe in a past life I was a Buddhist nun, or maybe I was a butcher (hence my fondness for brisket) but my Jewish roots grounded me in the soil of my ancestors while my branches stretched to the mystical Shangri La where I longed to find my own Bodhi Tree and, like the Buddha, reach enlightenment.
The Buddha taught that everyone has the potential to become spiritually awake. Syd Arthur is the upshot of my contemplative musings as to what the path of the historical Buddha, born Prince Siddhartha, might look like today through the eyes of Syd Arthur, a middle-aged Jewish suburban woman.
Reviews
<font face="Verdana" size="2">“Every once in a while you read a book that provides you with such a deep
connection to the story’s heroine that you wish she would simply step out
of the pages and become your best friend (think Helen Fielding’s Bridget
Jones, or Jennifer Weiner’s Cannie Shapiro). Ellen Frankel’s Syd Arthur joins their leagues with her warm sense of
humor, acute eye for social nuance, and infinitely relatable search for
meaning in her life. Buy a few copies—I guarantee you’ll want to share
‘Syd’ with the readers in your life!” <br /><br /><strong>Wendy Shanker<br /></strong>author of <br /><em><strong>Are You My Guru? How Medicine, Meditation & Madonna Saved My Life<br /><br /></strong></em></font><font face="Verdana" size="2">"A <em>tour de force!</em> This remarkable novel is full of humor, Buddhist wisdom, and <em>
Yiddishkeit.</em> Art awakens us to new ways of seeing and being, and this novel is like an alarm clock."<br /><br /><strong>Lama Surya Das</strong><br />
author of the <em>New York Times </em>bestseller<br /><em><strong>Awakening the Buddha Within</strong></em></font>