Without ""shameful lust"" where would Ruth Solomon's historical romance be? You'll need a rake and a trowel to sort through the filth generated by the menfolk of Ronya von Glasman Pirov (late of The Candlesticks and the Cross and The Eagle and the Dove) or the fustian of the jerry-built family kitchen klatsch that comprises Mrs. Solomon's entire narrative. The Pirovs are now operating out of America. Whenever the younger generation manages to keep their pants on long enough, Ronya's son and his illegitimate half-brother (the Eagle's cuckoo) are singlehandedly establishing a Jewish homeland in Palestine, defeating the Boche or fending off Lenin's mob in Moscow. The research, which would appear to have been done with a Golden Book Encyclopedia, is translated directly into dialogue; the era is anachronistic; the plotting is thanklessly steamy with none of the intrigue which redeems this genre. Just awful.