Short Review
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Eccentric, rich Arab sheikh employs diffident English scientist in impossible project and all goes to hell on a handcart, while the nincompoops in the parliament keep on debating endlessly.
Long Review
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The impossibly high profit margins in the oil business have made the Gulf countries a tad careless about money – so they think up projects left and right, and employ consultants to consider the feasibility. For the said consultants – mostly from the West – this is manna from heaven, because you get paid whatever happens. So dozens of projects are mooted, and consultants scurry like busy ants conceptualising, designing and implementing them. Money flows like water; there is plenty of employment; economy booms everywhere – and it’s happy days all over. (At least, this was the situation until the bottom of the oil barrel came tumbling down. Now it’s hard times.)
I know it firsthand. I was part of a British consulting company in Abu Dhabi for ten long years, basking in the oil glow. In my time, I have seen a lot of projects mushrooming only to go into the cold storage after the conceptual and design stage are completed, on the basis of economic viability. But hey, no one was complaining, as it was keeping us in the clover.
But thankfully, I was never asked to do anything as outlandish as introducing salmon into the Yemen...
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This is the premise of Paul Torday’s brilliant novel. Sheikh Muhammad ibn Zaidi bani Tihama of Yemen has an estate in Scotland, from where he has picked up a love for salmon fishing. Now, he wants to introduce this sport to his native country. The problem is, salmon are fish which live in temperate climates, in water bodies of moderate temperatures: whereas the Yemen is a desert, where only the tail end of the monsoon provides a limited period of aquatic sufficiency. But the sheikh is a believer, for whom faith can achieve anything, and he approaches his estate agents of Fitzharris & Price to find the appropriate people to do this for him.
Doctor Alfred Jones of the National Centre for Fisheries Excellence is the obvious choice, because he is so good at his profession: and because of the same reason, he refuses go forward with this hare-brained scheme. Well, now a bit of arm-twisting is in order! Harriet Chetwood-Talbot of Fitzharris & Price use her governmental connections to put the screws on poor Dr. Jones, with the result that the scientist is given the ultimatum to either comply or quit by his stuffed-shirt boss David Sugden. Jones’s financial circumstances do not give him the luxury of throwing away his job, so he bites the bullet and surges ahead.
Dr. Jones and Harriet Chetwood-Talbot, along with the sheikh, make an odd threesome pursuing an impossible dream. But as the project takes more and more concrete shape, the Arab manages to infect the Englishman with some of his faith: Alfred Jones starts to believe that the project will work. This provides succour to him in a most crucial period of his life, when his wife is away in Geneva pursuing a financial career more lucrative than his own, and his marriage is almost on the rocks. He also has to contend with his growing attraction for Harriet, who is battling her own demons with her fiancé stuck in Iraq.
And in the midst of this human drama, where the Prime Minister and his cohorts provide the comic relief, the story moves to its unexpected climax.
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This is an unusual novel. It starts out as a hilarious satire but the tone becomes more pensive towards the middle. It’s written in epistolary format, which is a brilliant touch from the author: it allows him to introduce so many unreliable narrators, and sketch a character through his/ her authorial voice. And he has done an excellent job of characterisation. I liked Alfred Jones and Harriet Talbot; disliked Mary, Jones’s wife; despised Peter Maxwell, the PM’s Director of Communications (though he is funny!); and absolutely loved the eccentric sheikh, who succeeded in making the crazy idea of introducing salmon to Yemen almost spiritual. The low-key love affair between Dr. Jones and Harriet is also superbly handled - I had thought such subtlety had died out in literature.
The other positive thing about this novel is its subtle interplay of the Middle East and England. We have British soldiers in war-torn Iraq on one side; we have Alfred and Harriet being watered and fed by an unknown Bedouin girl in Yemen, on the other. On the one hand, a land which flows seamlessly through time, its past and present merging: on the other, a country which has lost its spirit and replaced the abode of God with the supermarket. As the narrative progresses, we see a synthesis emerging (perhaps) before being rudely interrupted by an act of God.
The only thing that jarred for me was where the author seemed to have forgotten that his characters were being interrogated, and he made them deliver long-winded speeches which are more like written passages. People don’t speak like that! He could have used journal entries (as he does elsewhere) for such stuff. However, the official ministerial correspondence, the interviews with Peter Maxwell, excerpts from his unpublished biography, the questions asked in parliament... these are terrific. Paul Torday comes into his own when satirising the powers that be.
This is an excellent offbeat novel, sickly-sweet and poignant.