2.5 out of 5 stars
A copy of this was provided free of charge from the publisher in return for an honest review.
No one knows quite who Moshe’s parents are. Unlike most of the people around him in Jamaica, he has pale translucent skin and duo-toned hair. He was found by his adopted mother, Rachel Fisher in the reeds outside her home. He would grow up loved by his parents, but he never quite fitted into life at school and the village.
He does have one friend though, Arrienne Christie. They bond strongly and at times they are inseparable, communicating through a silent language and being the crutch that each other needs at that point in their lives. However, their friendship is fraught with things that threaten to drive them apart.
Moshe has a talent as an artist and it is a skill that takes him from the glorious weather of the Caribbean to the grim cold climate of the UK. He grows in stature as an artist, but he avoids the limelight and fame. But his home country is calling him and he knows it is time to return.
I must admit that I did struggle with this book for several reasons. Firstly the Jamaican patois takes quite a bit of getting used to and I would have to end up reading it a couple of time to get the gist of what they were asking. I found the plot overly convoluted. I think that it would have been better developing the themes of her characters not quite fitting into the societies of Jamaica and the UK in Moshe case as she writes about the racism in the late seventies. It did feel a little overwritten at times, though there were points where the prose was quite lyrical. Glad I gave it a go, but it isn’t really one for me.