Harry Kemelman

Someday the Rabbi Will Leave

An interfaith wedding, local politics, and a lethal hit-and-run case keep Rabbi Small busy in this mystery in the New York Times–bestselling series.
Since becoming the rabbi at the synagogue in Barnard’s Crossing, Massachusetts, David Small has seen his congregation through a fair share of unholy bickering and corruption. So when millionaire Howard Magnuson is elected president of the synagogue, the rabbi isn’t surprised that Magnuson wants to bring corporate efficiency to the temple—at the expense of religious tradition. Conflict flares when Rabbi Small refuses, on the basis of temple rules, to officiate the interfaith wedding of Magnuson’s daughter to a non-Jewish Boston politician, and the new president calls for the rabbi’s dismissal.
When another player in Boston politics is killed in a hit-and-run accident and the police suspect a Jewish college student, Rabbi Small fears the undergrad might have been set up—and that Magnuson is involved. The young man’s innocence and the future of the temple depend on Rabbi Small solving the case with his signature wit and Judaic wisdom.
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    JOHN GILCHRISThas quotedlast year
    “I could not participate in the wedding ceremony.”

    “I suspect that not all rabbis feel as you do,” said Magnuson.

    “No Orthodox or Conservative rabbi would perform the ceremony. I’ve heard that some Reform rabbis do, but none that I know of around here.”

    “I’m sure that I can find one who will,” said Magnuson grimly, “even if I have to bring him here from some distance.
    JOHN GILCHRISThas quotedlast year
    “I just finished talking to the Revere police chief before you came. The victim was a small-time pol from Revere. According to the chief, he was the one who put out that leaflet which showed Baggio, the candidate for state senator, at some dinner with a bunch of gangsters.
    JOHN GILCHRISThas quotedlast year
    from one of the slots in the rolltop desk, and examined the sheet of paper Tony D’Angelo offered him. Across the top it said in caps, THE COMMITTEE OF CONCERNED CITIZENS. Just below was stapled the snapshot taken at the banquet and under each figure was the name and a brief caption noting the charge—Grand Larceny, Assault with Intent to Kill, or Conspiracy to
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