I finally read the book, as beach summer reading (appropriate, I think, as most of the plot happens on a strecht of sandy coast). It is a literary tour de force and it's unbelievable that this is a first novel.
The novel is essentially about the "past", the nature of the past, and our relation with its unfathomable mysteries. “Our physical bodies, our minds, are created in such a way that we can only see time as a progression from one moment to the next, where the future is unknown and the past only remembered. We feel time’s pressure, but not time itself, our access to the universe limited to a dim and faded understanding of its possibilities, so we live feeling the past slip away as we fall into an unknown and constantly fluctuating future. And within this illusion there is nestled another, even more terrifying. Although we believe we remember the past, it is no more accessible to us than the future, what it holds lost to us for ever, as our minds and bodies blind us and condemn us to no more than a half-remembered dream of what was. The past is as inaccessible as the future, and as untrustworthy.” Or, more crudely: “Because the past is nothing, and we are nothing, and you, you’re still foolish enough to believe. You come here with your pious belief in the past, your desire to understand, but you’re too stupid to realise that none of it is true, none of it. Faith is a lie. Love is a lie. Only death is certain, and you, you’re too blind to see that.” After these considerations about the gone before, it's probably not all that surprising that Bradley lately has turned to (near future) science-fiction...
This is a richly textured novel, with layers, spanning decades, even centuries, and a non-linear telling of the tales, almost a mosaic. It works masterly, magically, a prodigy. The writing is very elegant and compelling.
I don't think that, 23 years already after the first printing in Australia, this book has been translated into Portuguese. It makes no sense.
“The Portuguese caravel was a small ship, a convergence of European and Arabian design, usually three-masted, with a rounded hull and high bow and stern. Small, seldom more than a hundred feet long and twenty-five feet in the beam, the caravel’s hull was a fusion of the rounded shape of European cargo ships and the smaller displacement and caravel construction of Arabian ships. Its rigging showed the influence of both parents, with a combination of square-rigged sails and the triangular lateen sails of the Arabian dhow. These small ships were more manoeuvrable than their European antecedents, and it was their manoeuvrability and sturdiness that allowed the tiny nation state of Portugal to take the lead in the exploration of the African coast, carrying them south, beyond the margins of their maps and into the shadowy realms of the imagination.”
Read on paper, the Vintage Australia paperback printing from 1997, with the evocative mosaic cover by Vivien Sung.