This novel tells the stories of Isabelle Treslove-Faucet, once a wild tomboy but now a reformed, "grown up" corporate tax accountant, and the circumstances that lead her to travel to Morrocco to uncover her mysterious past, and Mariata, a Tuareg woman and desert wanderer who experiences a host of misfortunes and travails and must make a thousand-mile journey across the Sahara on foot to protect herself and her baby from an unwanted marriage. The two narratives are set about forty years apart in time, but this does not become apparent early on, so for a while readers will struggle to determine when and where all this is taking place and how any of these events could be linked together.
Isabelle's archeologist father has just died, and left her a box containing an amulet carved with strange symbols and some papers apparently documenting its discovery in an ancient African tomb. Isabelle is not the adventurer of her youth, but she does enjoy rock-climbing, and by the first grand coincidence of many in this novel full of unlikely happenings, she hears about a series of uncharted routes in Morocco that she and her best friend just Ihav to experience. They book a trip to Africa and off they go. But izzy doesn't get a chance to do much climbing; she nearly falls off a mountainside and breaks her ankle, and this sets off the chain of events that lead her to make a host of startling discoveries about the world around her, herself, and ultimately, find love in the most unlikely of places.
Mrs. Johnson writes very well, and this kept me reading and even at times very engrossed in this book. The writing is extremely descriptive and at times even heart-rendingly powerful. The depiction of Tuareg culture, a subject completely unknown to me, was fascinating and not only well researched, but based at least in part upon the author's own first-hand experience. There are some gripping descriptions of intense emotion, and chilling accounts of desert struggles and atrocities. All of this was very well handled.
I did not really find either of the female protagonists to be likable. I understand what the author was doing in Isabelle's case: showing how a woman could forget her past, forget how to be wild and free and trick herself into thinking that "living" is all about making money and pleasing the "fat cats". I comprehend how she had to have an attitude, be full of herself, her apparent stuffy upper-middle-class English-ness clashing and contrasting with the desert world into which she was thrust. I can't say that her journey of self-discovery was all that thrilling, nor was I convinced by the epilogue that she was now a wonderful person who had found her true home again. Around page 300 we find out exactly what made her become so cold and detached from the important things in life, and while I don't want to make light of a sad reality that probably hits close to home for many, I felt a bit manipulated by the whole thing. I mean, damn, am I supposed to feel awful for occasionally wishing her ill during the preceding pages now? To be fair though, there were a couple of hints dropped early on about the truth.
Mariata also had a high and mighty attitude, and while it was often explained that she believed herself to be descended from a great tribal queen, there didn't seem to be any indication that her background warranted any expectations other than a lot of struggle in life. She was a poet, though, and that automatically earns her more points than isabelle, in my book.
The actions of some of these people are just bizarre. mariata's tribe is massacred, her beloved killed before her eyes on their wedding night, and her father, who apparently cares for her at least a little, spirits her away to live in a modern town with him and his new, shrewish wife. At no point does anybody say, "the reason this girl won't talk to anyone, doesn't care about cleaning herself, eating, or religious studies, is that her people were massacred and her husband murdered, so give her some space and some consideration all right?" Characters fall in love at first sight, and chances are that even you're trekking for uncountable weeks in the desert, you'll eventually bump into somebody you know, and with luck it'll be either your brother or your worst enemy. You'd also better watch out if you're a rebel chief, too, capturing Europeans for ransom, because there's a good chance that the person you grab will end up being your daughter-whom-you've-never-seen-before. Forgive me if I sound a little cynical: while I am certainly open to accept that many strange things do happen in life, and that there might be forces that exist beyond the veil of our knowledge, I do not believe in Fate, God or any similarly capitalised concepts. Mrs. Johnson clearly does, and what I see in her book as "incredible coincidences" are to her the knots of the skein of Fate that ties together those who must be tied. I think it's mostly a difference of worldview, and I'm resigned to the fact that I just don't "get" this way of thinking and probably never will.
While I'm on the subject, though, the portrayal of magic and the fantastic in this book is pretty interesting. It's completely taken for granted...moreso, perhaps naturally, by Mariata and the people who populate the desert, but even Isabelle quickly simply accepts that her amulet is vested with magical powers and that it's more than just "a good luck charm". Spirits, or "djenoun", are everywhere, filling the deserts and the hearts and minds of its inhabitants. It's a little refreshing and yes, despite what I said in the previous paragraph, I can't help but think that it'd be a good thing if the world were indeed hosts to such People of the Wilderness and similar manifestations.
So, ultimately, not a bad way to spend a little time. I hated the epilogue by the way, maybe because I've seen too many books (largely, but not exclusively, belonging to the romance genre....hey, I work with this stuff; I don't read it by choice) where there's an "afterthought" after the last chapter, set months or years later, where there's a toddler, a baby, and probably a dog, too, just to let you know that everything turned out ok! This was just a desert variant of the same phenomenon, rather than the usual "suburban house".