Coming out in October 2019

Welcome to the world of David Lazar, the world of doubt and self-doubt, where life is lived as a novel and a novel is truer than life.

At twilight of one’s life, mortality is no longer an abstract notion. David Lazar, now in his eighties, feels the need to piece together the arc of his life. Lazar’s thoughts drift from his happy childhood on Manhattan’s Upper West Side—his mother a child psychologist, his father a celebrated cantor—to his many friends and the women he had loved and lost, until he met Elizabeth Dunn, his soulmate and the mother of his teenage son. He has a decision to make…

For many years, he lived two lives and he still harbours a deep secret. Haunted by his past, troubled by the indignities of aging, Lazar feels a deep need to redeem himself. Did he sear his soul in order to make millions? Is there any redemption for wealth based on corruption and, sometimes, violent crime? If he is completely honest, does he risk losing what he cherishes the most: the love and respect of his wife and his only son?

The stakes are high as Lazar finishes his confession, exposing his personal demons, knowing that Elizabeth will soon discover the man he once was. And yet the wisdom of age pushes him on this perilous journey into his own soul, the soul of a gifted but flawed man who might lose much more than he’s ever won.

Many colourful and eccentric characters populate the novel: Lazar’s childhood friends, business mentors, wealthy associates, mafia figures, celebrities, and sports stars. But there is another character in the book, almost as important as Lazar himself – the Big Apple. New York City happenings, politics, culture, and locales from the 1950s up to the present day come alive in the novel because that unique and fascinating city is his cradle and his cauldron.

Blurring the lines between memoir and fiction, Robert Kalich narrates the story of a man who bears much resemblance to the author himself. But Kalich the Novelist defeats narcissism by exposing brutal realities of his character’s life and the uncomfortable, sometimes even unsavoury truths of one’s innermost being. Isn’t it a moral function of literature to reveal a human heart and hold up the mirror to the reader, so he might recognise himself and experience another’s inner world with empathy?

About Robert Kalich