“Our intentions were good,” asserts publicist Claire Talbot about what will come to be a decidedly off-the-rails effort to aid an afflicted young Central American girl by Children of the World, a Toronto-based NGO which Claire is happy to be on board with. More than happy, indeed, positively thrilled she is to be part of an honest-to-God philanthropic entity – a chance, as she sees it, to be on the side of the angels after her earlier PR work for weapons manufacturers and blood diamond miners (being a laundromat for dirty corporations, as she puts it).
And an especially laudable lot it appears she has cast her lot with, Children of the World, including at its helm Crispin, the onetime front man of an alt-rock band who fancies himself a different sort of missionary, “casting his net among the rich and gently converting them with the gospel of equity”; Anya, the director of operations still smarting from her earlier association with a donor with another NGO who’d been charged with running a Ponzi scheme; and Lucca, the on-the-ground representative in Central America with whom Claire will become intimate.
So, a would-be agency for good, Children of the World. But as with other NGOs, afflicted enough with money woes that seeming manna from heaven it seems when a noted American actress becomes enamored enough with the afflicted girl to promise $2 million to the organization if she can adopt her – something that indeed comes to pass, even if there is a question about just how willingly the girl’s parents gave her up.
It’s what will make for the central issue of the novel, especially with the vigorous protestations of the girl’s father, though the adoption might still have gone under the radar, but for an enterprising journalist, Emmanuelle, who sniffs a big story with allegations of a kidnapping. Also something of the book's moral center she makes for, for all her opportunism, even if I found somewhat contrived the development that will allow her to run the story to ground.
Still, an uncompromising look at corporate philanthropy, author Sharon Bala’s novel, which along the way serves up some arresting prose reminiscent of another critic of efforts abroad gone bad, Robert Stone, as when it’s noted that "Crispin, the high-school dropout, could wield the capitalist argot too.”