I, Eve

This elegant and enchanting story is a modern (and only slightly religious) version of the story of Adam and Eve and their offspring. Edward Le Comte has entered uncannily into the world of the First Family, into the heart and mind of Eve herself, who tells the tale. In a voice at once lyrical, witty, and strong, she brings to life an Eden both magical and menacing. How did it feel to live in Paradise? Who caused it to be lost? How did they survive day and night? What was it like to have a husband’s affection stolen by the witch-woman, Lilith? What was it like to be the first to give birth, to literally raise Cain, and to lose a son to jealousy? I, Eve is startling and unsettling in every way possible, and, in an absolutely straightforward manner, extremely convincing. Eve is the hero, skeptical of Adam’s claims to be in touch with God. This is not an Eden of miracles; it is an Eden miraculously alive with mischief, humanity, and human feeling. When the snake talks, it is the trick of a devilish ventriloquist. The apple is an apple; good and evil are on the tongues of the tasters.