The story: Five youths are found dead in a basement, covered in clay. Eight elderly rabbis are the suspects.
The Tribe is, I suppose, ostensibly a horror novel, though it more closely resembles a thriller with some supernatural overtones. In either case, it fails to deliver any sense of suspense or terror, though it does occaisionally manage to evoke some mystery. It is, really, a novel about the constrictions of group identity and the dangers of clannishness, and the relationships of characters dealing with these issues. It is also about fighting wars that ended long ago. It is through these themes only that the book achieves any power.
The prose itself is unimpressive; the same style of short, enunciatory sentences can be found in thousands of cheap novels. I found I was also distracted by numerous spelling errors, and the descriptions of characters emotions were sometimes embarrasing.
However, the elements of Jewish lore and mysticism that pervade the story are interesting, though the outcome of the story is immediately obvious to anyone with even cursory knowledge of Jewish folktales.
I can't say I cared about any of the characters, though Luria did manage to add some menace to the tale. I was, however, impressed with the character Rachel Levy. Her struggles as a Jewish woman added some much needed flavor to the story.
I can't really recommend this book, but I can't say to avoid it, either. It's rather unimpressive, but it's not bad. It is a quick read, exceedingly short (just over three hundred pages) and it may prove of interest to some people. Just don't expect anything special. The best that I can say is that it is high-quality mediocrity.