A Muslim, a Catholic and a Jew all in the same American baseball team. What could possibly go wrong? Val Bonacci’s "Fatima and the Sons of Abraham" is not as implausible as you might think. Darius Salamah’s mother was Shi’ite Iranian, his father Sunni Palestinian. Overwhelmed by events in Syria, he becomes one of the 4.8 million refugees displaced externally by the war, securing a ride on a rickety boat which deposits him on Italy’s southern coast. While there, he meets Fatima Giobatti who is assisting a nun, Sister Colleen tending to the needs of the thousands of refugees who have wound up in their neighbourhood. Later, when he throws — or rather pitches — a rock at a wild boar and kills it he is seen by Fatima’s brother Paolo, an American professional baseball player recuperating from a back injury at his mother’s Sicilian home. Darius and Paolo become friends but not for any altruistic reasons on Paolo’s part — he sees potential in this extraordinary pitcher even though he has his sights set on becoming a doctor. Eli Kohn is a team mate of Paolo’s who learns of Darius’ existence during a phone call with Fatima at a time when he too is suffering from a baseball injury. He is bemused by Fatima’s enthusiasm for this Arab refugee and it is not long before the two see each other as rivals for Fatima’s attention. Eventually Darius sees baseball as a potential source of wealth which will enable him to study medicine, and, succumbing to pressure from Paolo and Eli, he joins the team. As the unusual trio set off with their squad for various points of call around America and beyond, their complicated lives begin to untangle until they find they are not quite as diverse as they first thought.
It is hard to believe that "Fatima and the Sons of Abraham" is a self-published novel. Not only is the editing perfect — not even a comma out of place — the story itself is engaging. Extraordinary even. From the heartfelt dedication to a real priest, Italian Jesuit Fr Paolo Dall’Oglio through to the emotional ending I was spellbound — and I have no interest in baseball! Val Bonacci knows her stuff or has undertaken a ridiculous amount of research to write a novel of this calibre. The author has an incredible knowledge of Middle Eastern affairs, as well as the world of baseball, which provides an intriguing and imaginative setting to the tale. The story is character driven, seen through the eyes of four individuals, every element of it topical. I was particularly touched by this passage, as though narrated by the refugee: My priest friend called me ‘son’ on numerous occasions. Now this Jew does the same. Isn’t this what my parents would have wanted for me? — to live in a world where people with strongly held differences care for one another, regardless? Most everyone at the event tonight could not have been more thoughtful…These signs should give me hope.
Quite.
Whether your interest is baseball, Middle Eastern affairs, inter-faith understanding or you just love a damn good story, don’t let this book pass you by. I can’t wait for the movie.