I just finished reading A Woman In Jerusalem by acclaimed Israeli author A.B. Yehoshua.  It's the fictional account of an unidentified woman who dies in a suicide bombing and how a divorced, lonely white collar worker winds up with the task of uncovering her identity and in a way, uncovering his own.  A nice technique the author uses is to use a "Greek chorus" , periodically inserting a few paragraphs of the thoughts of characters that are peripheral to the story as if they themselves are looking at the events taking place with the same interest that we, the readers have for the odd goings on. 

The somewhat moralizing ending didn't satisfy me so much, but it was well worth the ride and a great, quick read.

The New York Times review is here.  The first chapter can be read here.

A.B. Yehoshua made the news recently when he basically called Jewish life in the diaspora meaningless.