Waiting for Columbus

"Sometimes the best map will not guide you

You can't see what's round the bend

Sometimes the road leads through dark places

Sometimes the darkness is your friend"

- Bruce Cockburn

Set in contemporary Spain, in the town of Seville, the plot follows the story of an anonymous stranger. Found semi naked and unconscious in the treacherous Strait of Gibraltar, he is taken to a local insane asylum where he claims to be Christopher Columbus. Yes, the 15^th century explorer…

Here he attracts the attention of Nurse Consuela, who slowly begins to unravel his mystery as he tells her stories about his life. The deeper she involves herself in Columbus, she realises her professional concern is becoming muddied with personal feelings as she slowly becomes more entangled in the surreal narrative that Columbus weaves around them. As his story develops, Consuela starts to piece together the true reasons for Columbus’s break with reality and the horror he is running from.

Simultaneously, a young Interpol officer, Emile Germain, is searching Europe for a missing man, following a trail that eventually leads him to Seville, and to Columbus.

Trofimuk captured me from the first. He holds the readers attention effortlessly as he takes you from modern day Spain, to the 15^th century/ dream-like state that Columbus inhabits. The surreal quality of these ‘reminisces’ is worn lightly, Trofimuk is never heavy handed with his hints about Columbus’s past life. Instead they are intensely sensual and evocative. (Trofimuk’s descriptions of wine and food are sublime…) Half way in and I think I was almost as in love with Columbus as Consuela. And this is, ultimately, a book about love. All-consuming, passionate, deep, scarring love in all of its complicated glory.

As the book draws near to the end, I felt I was dreading it with Columbus. As his stories become more fractured and real life (mine and his!) starts to interrupt, the truth is slowly pulled out.

I finished Waiting for Columbus in tears. I loved it.

Still waiting for Columbus....

Ooops, oh dear and silly whatzit.

I have almost definitely not kept to my new year resolution to write regularly. In my rather pathetic defence I have been a little over busy at work this past week and so my only reading time has been on the bus in the morning. Columbus is still here on my desk, but I'm nearly there, so review to follow soon.

In the meantime I thought I'd share a conversation I had with my work pals earlier today....

Meet Columbus

So… New Year, new blog and a new resolution to write at least twice a week.

In keeping (ish) with the new theme I seem to have developed, the first book from the shelf this year is so new it’s not even been released yet. The lovely people at Picador have kindly sent me a proof of Thomas Trofimuk’s latest novel, “Waiting for Columbus” which is due to come out in shops February this year.

Check out his website here.

www.thomastrofimuk.com

It’s the Canadian’s third book, though I have to admit I haven’t read either of his previous novels, The 52^nd Poem, or Doubting yourself to the Bone.

Never mind though, first impressions are looking good. Lovely blue cover, (which I was admiring earlier until my housemate pointed out this was just the proof paper… oh well.) The blurb says lots of promising kerfuffle too... Audrey Niffegger's name is bandied around, as is Lovely Bones.

And this is what Picador says.

"Found semi-naked in the treacherous Strait of Gibraltar, the mysterious man called Columbus appears to be just another delirious patient, until he begins to tell the 'true' story of how he famously obtained three ships from Spanish royalty."

Right then.