While reading this novel, I sensed a haunting and tilted atmosphere, a gradual closing in, an existential, nausea. Lawrence Osborne is a master at keeping us off guard with a rogue seduction, while his prose finesses with knife-like precision. Set on the Greek island of Hydra, this narrative contains restless, disaffected, wealthy, privileged characters, and a lusty, alluring setting. Osborne’s characters don’t change—-don’t look for a moral reckoning here. They just become more of themselves—their darker animus that exists within their light, surface beauty. It’s a story borne of a new friendship between two young women who meet during this long, humid summer on Hydra, each staying with their parents, searching for a way out of their time-laden ennui, eager for adventure.
Naomi is 24, British, sophisticated and a lawyer recently fired by the firm she worked at for reasons that will gradually be revealed. Her father, Jimmie, is a vacuous rich art dealer and her Greek stepmother is snobbish and cruel. Naomi herself is manipulative and cynical. Sam, an American of 19 or 20, is much more naïve and also beautiful, and besotted with Naomi’s urbanity. Both girls are staying with their parents, and find an enigmatic pull toward each other. “What beautiful animals we are…beautiful as panthers.” Jimmie is still trying to connect with Naomi on meaningful matters, and is bemused by her point of view on a theoretical discussion concerning migrants and puzzled by his daughter’s lack of authenticity. To him, it’s a contradiction of status for young affluent people to be empathetic to liberal social causes, although he is rather phony himself; he concludes “their consciousness had been created by the media, not by life.”
Unbeknownst to Jimmie, Sam and Naomi, on a long walk to a remote part of the island, came across a half-naked Arab migrant, Faoud, literally washed up on the rocks. They decide to make him a project, and this is where it gets murky, as the reader soon realizes that their motives—mostly Naomi’s, who takes charge—are not altogether pure or reasonable, but rather reckless. “His misfortunes made him charismatic…and therefore arousing.” Yet this seeming vulnerable refugee is multilingual and cosmopolitan, and not necessarily acquiescent. In fact, he is confident and insolent; however, Naomi insists on rebranding him, or tailoring him to her will to carry out a plan to save him, help him to safely flee to mainland Europe, one with unintended consequences.
The second half of the story belongs primarily to Faoud, and the cat and mouse suspense amps up the pace and the stakes. Mixed motives, misguided perceptions, and bent moralities add complexity and depth, as Osborne is not going to release the tension for the reader or connect his theme to a larger humanity. I was awed at Osborne’s ability to write this elegant satire, blending bite with the sublime. “Humans are like spiders in their old age, moving from shadow to shadow in the bright sun, inexhaustible in their way.”