Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, and there is no doubt that this tale is strange. It is the story of one eighteen-year-old searching for magic and truth, after escaping suburbia and its bland comforts to discover what more is out there that he hasn’t been told about by his family or by his teachers…And discover he does. But after a long and most perilous journey which at times is droll and funny, as he recounts the often very stoned and sometimes exasperated interactions and escapades of the small group of school friends, including his younger brother, with whom the author travels .The six of them, boys and girls, traverse the Sahara in two Peugot 504’s which the kids affectionately name Claude and Bebe, referring to the cars as “he” and “she”, and investing these vehicles (which become quite devoted to each other), with personality foibles and neuroses. Two terrifying car chases do spare their lives, but not the reader’s nerves, particularly if the reader is the mother of the author as I am. …The journey towards the truth becomes so much more intense towards the end when they approach Nigeria, the final destination, via Niger, by this time having abandoned Claude and Bebe the car couple, and having lost two of their mates who jumped ship and flew home from Agadiz. Jan is intent on escalating his search for magic, he is looking for magic in the hand of God. And he sees the hand of God in magic. Taro cards are consulted to decipher meaning from confused and dangerous situations. The taro cards deliver dark warnings and offer enigmatic choices. He who reads the cards is naturally suspected of bias. But eventually it is accepted that there is no choice but to proceed as the cards indicate. And then for Jan there is the extra ingredient, the echoing words of a charismatic Rastafarian mystic from Belize, (where his journey had also landed him) who believes that “righteousness” is to be found mainly in Africa which is the seat of Jah the Rasta guru. (hence the choice of the Sahara). Jan the author accelerates the action by leaving the group, after burning his passport to prove a point to himself and others if necessary. He bids the two girls and his brother a tearful and sad farewell, strikes off across the desert alone, with no possessions or money. He encounters encroaching death every few hours, to which he nearly succumbs, but somehow defeats by exercising a mixture of mind power and self–induced humility. Having barely survived perishing in the heat from severe dehydration, thanks to being found by a wandering villager, he gets arrested for having no passport and put in various prisons as the confused authorities become even more confused but in time relax their authority to be entertained by receiving taro readings from the humble prisoner.
There is so much to learn in this book, about custom, cloth, architecture, local life, food, hospitality ,friendship, brotherhood, and of course, the life changing journey of a young man towards his spiritual goal. Kathy Golski