The Golem began life in Toledo, Spain. He has lived in many places. He currently resides in a North American city. Email him here.
Having fulfilled his duty once again and with the most imminent dangers receding into the distance, it’s time to depart. The Golem posts his final entry.
You don’t spend centuries watching humans expire without it having an effect on your sense of imminent danger. THE GOLEM remembers, and considers what’s next.
The day-to-day returns, but the sense of danger is still palpable to the Golem and Ruth. Reluctantly, he returns to his blog, this time with a prompt.
With his old life again behind him, The Golem returns to looking ahead to what’s next—or at least trying—and finally gets around to answering some reader email.
A pause in the action, as the Golem recounts important moments in the brothels and strip clubs from his past, both recent and not-so-recent.
On the run from the kidnappers, the Golem remembers the child he first met when he too was new.
After his odd job draws to a close, the Golem, still on protection duty, realizes a new task lies ahead.
The day after being roped into his latest protection duties, The Golem faces new threats—and a history of unstoppable devotion.
“From the day Samuel Halevi pointed at the little boy lecturing to a passel of scholars and said, ‘He carries a bright flame. No one must put it out,’ I was a protector.” The Golem falls into an old role.
Ruth catches up on the blog, and a reader entreats The Golem to explain the intricacies of his relationship.
Running across a story about a shrimp-like creature that survived where few thought anything could live, the Golem recalls the time he hunted the Aepyornis.
After a friend comments on the antisocial nature of this blog, The Golem ruminates on the true purpose of blogging, and whether “first” is more meaningful than previously thought.