I first arrived in China in October 2002, the final leg of my overland travels from Indonesia. It was a 'between jobs' journey, because, as in Indonesia, I intended to find work in the country. After a short stay in a cold and rainy Kunming (the so-called 'spring' city because of its year-round temperate climate, but with my small wardrobe of T-shirts I found it far too chilly), I headed south to the lusher climes of Nanning, capital of Guangxi province. It was there that I found my first teaching position in China. Jobs in other cities - Liuzhou in Guangxi province, Fuzhou in Fujian, Guangzhou in Guangdong - have taken me around the country, though always in the south, where the winters are shorter. My previous penchant for long journeys has been replaced by a desire to stay put and truly explore. China, where I have lived for over a decade now, will likely continue to be my home long into the future.
A washed out journalist, posted to India to cover a bloody election campaign, uncovers truths about his son's life - and death - in the country, truths that test loyalties forged in the war zones of Bosnia and Rwanda. A fiercely evocative narrative of modern-day India, filled with the clamour and hot stinks of its capital, this is a novel of death woven through with life.
"The writing is very very good... the mysteriousness of Wyndham's death and the narrator's involvement will entice the reader to keep reading." - 2012 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award (ABNA) Expert Reviewer