I've waited seven years for Natacha Appanah to publish another book following her remarkable debut with 'The Last Brother', a novel I read and cherish still. 'Waiting for Tomorrow' doesn't disappoint in any way. It is a deep and poignant observation of family, culture, cultural differences, art, and friendship. It is also an exploration of the ever-present and precarious nature of time and how things change through our choices, actions and inactions. Each moment lived is a moment gone.
Adam and Anita meet at a New Year's eve party in Paris when they are 24. Each feels like an outsider and Adam tries to disappear by hiding on a couch. He repeats out loud, "I don't belong here". Surprisingly, he hears a response, "Welcome to the club my friend". The response is from Anita who has been hiding under the coats strewn on the couch. Adam is from the provinces and loves it there. Paris is a torment to him. He has forgone his love of painting to become an architect. Anita is a brown skinned woman from Mauritius who has dreams of becoming a writer. Together, they forge their lives, marry and make a family.
Both Adam and Anita aspire to become something great, believing that together they can achieve a special place in the world of art and culture. Adam decides that they will move to the provinces where he will use his hands to build their home and make things they will use. He is still an architect but he has bigger dreams of what he can do with his abilities. Anita tries to be a good wife and do all the 'womanly' things like cooking, cleaning, and waiting on Adam. When their daughter Laura is born, Anita tries to be a good mother and make her home life all-important. However, something is missing because Anita wants to write again, an activity she put on hold when they moved to the provinces. She manages to get a job as a stringer for a local newspaper but initially finds it difficult to get stories as the people she meets view her as an outsider because of her accent and the color of her skin. Anita "feels both poor and rich, both adored and neglected. She has all she could wish for and is alone".
As Anita is doing her journalism work, she meets Adele, also from Mauritius. Adele has a history she is trying to bury, a story that she does not want to tell. It is partly her mysteriousness, along with Anita's feeling that she is knowable, that draws Anita towards her. Adele, for her part, feels for the first time that she may have found a comrade soul in Anita. Anita takes Adele home with her and Adele becomes Laura's nanny. However, her role in the family is much bigger than that. She becomes the muse for Adam's paintings and Anita begins to write again. "Since Adele came everything has changed. She looks after Laura when Anita and Adam are working; she cooks, she sews, she encourages, she mends, she loves them. She bathes the house in a serenity that was hitherto lacking."
With Adele present it is as if every moment is precious and filled with meaning. There is a now and a tomorrow. There are visions of hope and aspirations to create. A gallery owner who views one of Adam's paintings appears to understand what Adam is trying to say with his work. "This painting is an extract, it begins somewhere else, it does not end here. This painting is an interpretation of the present in its infinite complexity; an individual and shared present that is not static, a present filled with a thousand instants, coming and exploding on the surface."
As the family connections evolve, as Anita absorbs Adele's story and history as her own, as Adam's paintings and architectural renderings raise to new heights, it seems that inspiration and hope lie in every corner, carefully doled out to everyone. However, it is rare that life ever proceeds so smoothly. Currents and eddies abound and if one is not careful, there will always be a vortex that will suck you in and under. Thus, at the most inopportune time (as if any time is the right one), tragedy strikes and this family, so blessed, so close, so alive, must now face a future very different from the one they've cherished.
Ms. Appanah writes poetically and with brilliant insight. Characters become alive and we can imagine ourselves in their skin, feel their hearts beating in our own chest. This book is magical and part of this magic comes from Geoffrey Strachan's flawless translation. This is one of those rare books that let me understand how great literature is akin to a blazing north star.