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The long awaited saga Steampunk Torah continues with Rivkah Raven’s new chapters: Noah, Lech Lecha and Vayeira.
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The saga of Steampunk Torah continues with Ha’azinu, Vezot Habrakha and Bereishit.
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Parshat Nitzavim and Vayelech are re-imagined in our steampunk midrash series by author Rivkah Raven.
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The saga continues in the steampunk fantasy-inspired take on the Jewish midrash, written by Rivkah Raven. Download the chapters Ki Tetze and Ki Tavo from the serial below.
The next trilogy of steampunk inspired Torah midrashim from author Rivkah Raven. Click below to download the chapters.
The long away continuation of the story Steampunk Torah, midrashim by fantasy fiction author Rivkah Raven.
The saga by PunkTorah columnist Rivkah Raven continues with steampunk midrashim (legends) on Parshat Balak, Pinchas and Mattot.
The light grew dimmer as they wove through the trees, pressing deeper into the forest without an end in sight, it seemed. Mari could not see a discernible path; she could not tell if the creature she followed was leading her somewhere specific, or was just mad, completely insane, and would lead her on a wild chase through the wood until Mari dropped from exhaustion…
As the days passed, Mari became increasingly aware that there were gaps in Jac’s story. Enormous gaps. Mari soon began mapping out, in her mind, the places in conversation when Jac would shift the subject or look uncomfortable and use misleading language to avoid answering Mari’s questions.
At night, in the room that they shared, bedded down on simple mattresses stuffed with feathers, snug under exquisite old handmade quilts, Mari would awaken again and again to Jac’s thrashing, screaming, and sometimes crying. Mari never asked. And Jac never told…
Mari awoke in darkness, to a world that was all noise. Noise dominated her consciousness: rushing wind, the continuous sound of impact. She could not tell if trees were falling against each other outside, or if the roof was caving in, or if the entire land was simply striving against itself, tearing itself to pieces. She could not at first pick out individual sounds. There were human screams, there was the clash of metal, there was the driving rain against the front of their dwelling; being that most of the dwelling was built into a hill, she had to think that many of the sounds, loud and overwhelming as they were, were muffled…
The Jewish fantasy fiction series by Rivkah Raven and PunkTorah continues with chapters Shelakh Lekhah, Korach and Chukat. Click on the chapter titles to download and join the adventure!
“It is time, now, Raven,” he said. Mari pushed her chair back from the tea table and gathered herself to rise. She had already attached the menorah, which looked more like a small brass lantern, to the belt at her waist; she stowed the tiny silver ear-trumpet in the pouch that hung beside it. She had no idea how these things would help her, but it gave her heart to feel their weight.
Mari awoke all at once, abruptly, and with her temper in full flare. She sat up quickly, her fists clenched, and said aloud, “Thatʼs enough.” She was rested, she had water now and a little bit of food, and she felt energy surging through her veins. She was thoroughly angry now. When she had been tired, still in shock from so many changes all at once, she had let herself crumple and fall prey to fear. Now, she felt it was time to make a change. She stood and stretched, moving her limbs to chase away the stiff, bruised feeling. She splashed her face with water, took a long drink from the flask at her belt and refilled it at the sink. Who knows when she would find water again?
Mari awoke to a wet, heavy slap on her cheek. She tried to raise her head, but it was weighed down; she tried to move her legs, but her body was pressed with a cold weight that held her firmly. It was not uncomfortable, but she panicked. She wrestled her hands flat under her shoulders, her elbows pointing up, and tried to raise her shoulders, pushing the back of her head up. It was completely dark, and the air was dank and thick. She could not remember where she was.
The continued saga of the Jewish “future past”…Steampunk Torah. Click on the links below to download the next three chapters. Not familiar with Steampunk Torah? Check out our original article with the first chapters in the novel by Raven.
PunkTorah is proud to announce Steampunk Torah: The Jewish Steampunk Miniseries, written by Raven. Every week, Raven will take the weekly Torah portions midrashim (legends) and transform them into a piece of Steampunk art.
From the author…
Steampunk is part Victorian novel, part science fiction or fantasy. It takes place in an alternate sort of world, where things developed a different way after the Industrial Revolution. Victorian sensibilities were preserved, and steam power still reigns. Survival depends on extreme innovation, but in this alternate version of history, many things we would call “old-fashioned” still hold sway.
Sound familiar yet?
With Steampunk Torah, I’m going to take midrashic explorations of each Torah portion (what happens in the “white spaces.” for instance: what did Moses say to his sons? How do you explain all these rules? what the heck are the rules for, anyway?) I’ll distill a lesson or metaphoric journey from it, and I’ll explore it in a steampunk setting. In being not-completely-Victorian, but adapting the past to suit her needs for survival in the present, my protagonist is representing the struggle Judaism is fighting in order to define what we are NOW. The tension between the past and the present is fascinating and rich with possibility.
Each week, we will be posting an excerpt from the series, as well as download links to each chapter. We’re kicking off this series with three chapters today: Parshat Emor, Behar and this week’s parshah, Bechukotai.
Chapter One: Parshat Emor
When Mari met the Great Archivist for the first time, she was simply trying to
preserve her life. Her entire being had condensed down to a simple animal awareness.
She was sensation only. She could hear her breath rushing in her ears, and her heart
pounding; she was aware only of trying to be as small as possible, protect herself as
best she could with her arms, and draw another breath…and another. Each breath she
took in made her aware of the precious gift that is the ability to breathe the sweet air, the
knowledge that right now she was alive. The certainty that she might die in the next few
moments ran through her body in an almost audible shock: a thrum of awareness that
took away her usual quick-thinking and quick-acting presence, and made her into a
small animal, just trying to hold off the attack…
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Chapter Two: Parshat Behar
Mari scrambled to catch up with Ismael, so many questions racing around her
head that she remained silent; one hand clamped her kippah firmly on her head, and in
the other she clutched a great handful of her skirts so she wouldnʼt trip over her hem on
the uneven cobblestone street. The road they were walking up was the broadest road
on the Mountain; it wound its way up, curving back on itself, making its way eventually
to the building at the top which housed the Archives. Mari had only heard of this place;
she had never thought she would see it, let alone be on her way up there with the
Archivist himself.
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Chapter Three: Parshat Bechukotai
Ever afterward, when Mari tried to recall her first feelings upon seeing her new
home, all she could bring to mind was the memory of deep shock, followed quickly by
disappointment.
Ever since she had left home, all the time she spent scrambling to acclimatize
herself to the Mountain society, attempting to “fit in” and not seem too foreign quickly
giving way to a more focused determination simply to survive, she had not been aware
of forming a mental image of what the Archives would be. Nonetheless, there it was; in
every whispered exchange she caught the end of, in every rumor and half-heard tale,
she formed another piece of a collage in her imagination. The Archives. In her mind it
was palatial, perhaps of marble; elegant, towering, breathtaking as befit a building
housing the precious manuscripts that somehow made travel possible, made change
possible, made building and shaping society possible.
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