Fans of Victoria Hislop’s prose or Khaled Hosseini’s
storytelling will love The Spice Box Letters, for Eve Makis’s latest novel is
remarkable. It deserves to be an international bestseller and I have no doubt
it will pick up an award or three. Beautifully written with inventive
structure, compelling characters, historical horrors and natural humour, it’s a
rich feast.
During the First World War the Armenian population of the
Ottoman Empire were subjected to holocaust. This ‘Armenian Genocide’ of
massacre, torture, abduction, rape and starvation, resulted in much of the
Armenian population being deported. Mariam was one such exile, separated from
her beloved brother, and, later, her first love. After Mariam dies, her
granddaughter Katerina inherits a wooden spice box containing letters and a
journal. Having these translated, Katerina learns of Mariam’s childhood and, in
making her own journey, discovers her family’s tragic backstory. Katerina
(present) and Mariam (past) are both joined by the book’s best character,
Gabriel (great uncle/brother), who doesn’t take centre stage until well into
the novel.
The many settings, partly defined by their cuisine, are vividly
depicted and the family superbly represent this often neglected period of history
(and location). It’s an engaging read that takes risks with its structure. The
novel is a spice box of secrets, lined with emotion, and full of a history that
rests on love. Outside the box is a present of hope, romance, and, in the case
of Gabriel and his immediate family, dark and full humour.
If Nottinghamshire’s authors had a league table, Makis would
now be in the Champions League places. The switching viewpoints, time periods
and setting work perfectly. It’s easy to keep up with all the love and loss.
We would not be here without our ancestors and in knowing our past, and taking pride in one’s heritage, we can learn to respect other cultures. All this whilst understanding the value of family, blood or adopted, and that it must follow new directions. Prepare to cry.
We would not be here without our ancestors and in knowing our past, and taking pride in one’s heritage, we can learn to respect other cultures. All this whilst understanding the value of family, blood or adopted, and that it must follow new directions. Prepare to cry.
No comments:
Post a Comment