Pernath is a man without a past, a cutter of stones, living in the Jewish Ghetto in the city of Prague and interacting with a strange cadre of individuals including the greedy and conniving Wastertrum, the maker of marionettes Zwakh, the fiery Rosina with morals as loose as her tongue, the wise and mysterious Hillel and his fetching daughter Miriam. The legend says that the golem, the living figure of clay in servitude to his masters, will return every 33 years. Is Pernath himself the golem? Is the golem sequestered away in the room in the tower with no doors? Or is the golem something less concrete? Dreamlike and vivid, Gustav Meyrink's The Golem is a masterpiece of modernist weird fiction.... Haunting, eerie and inscrutable...