It was a marvelously fast read.
That meant it flowed. That meant it kept my attention. That meant the story was presented in the least difficult order to follow it. That meant I was caught up in the spell of the story. That meant I was carried away on one woman's vision of a world totally created from her imagination.
This isn't The Year of Living Dangerously, but reading the book had me thinking back to the pastoral visions of Christopher C Koch of his native Tasmania.
I don't know why. But Koch is one my favorite authors. And if this woman is making me think of him while reading her book, that really can't be a bad thing.
I am a biased reader. The author had been under another spell in Race to Tibet.
But this book has less of that, and more of this. It's like a cigarette burning fast from saltpeter. It's burning. The book is burning. The book is carrying me away to far away places that are just enthralling me.
I can see the women carrying coal down to the docks. Or pushing barrels of rum. They are sweating and their gracious curves are not caving in on the hard work.
I'm getting lost here.
Lost in a world of a Carribean island under the influence of voodoo and wild and capricious nature that is just as haunting and spellbinding as those women of African descent working down at the docks. Christopher Koch wrote about them too, equally as colorful.
I'm on the home stretch. It's a race against the lava flows. This isn't Krakatoa, Tambora or Vesuvius, this is Volcanoes of the Caribbean.
Island on Fire can be purchased at Amazon.
That meant it flowed. That meant it kept my attention. That meant the story was presented in the least difficult order to follow it. That meant I was caught up in the spell of the story. That meant I was carried away on one woman's vision of a world totally created from her imagination.
This isn't The Year of Living Dangerously, but reading the book had me thinking back to the pastoral visions of Christopher C Koch of his native Tasmania.
I don't know why. But Koch is one my favorite authors. And if this woman is making me think of him while reading her book, that really can't be a bad thing.
I am a biased reader. The author had been under another spell in Race to Tibet.
But this book has less of that, and more of this. It's like a cigarette burning fast from saltpeter. It's burning. The book is burning. The book is carrying me away to far away places that are just enthralling me.
I can see the women carrying coal down to the docks. Or pushing barrels of rum. They are sweating and their gracious curves are not caving in on the hard work.
I'm getting lost here.
Lost in a world of a Carribean island under the influence of voodoo and wild and capricious nature that is just as haunting and spellbinding as those women of African descent working down at the docks. Christopher Koch wrote about them too, equally as colorful.
I'm on the home stretch. It's a race against the lava flows. This isn't Krakatoa, Tambora or Vesuvius, this is Volcanoes of the Caribbean.
Island on Fire can be purchased at Amazon.
