Morocco ....a new marriage .....
Robin, 37, years old, is responsible and skillful with her own financial affairs ( an accountant for a living), but when it came to picking husbands...she might have benefitted from a few basic classes.
Her artist husband, Paul, (6 foot 4 inches), with long gray hair, eighteen years older, age 58, was in financial debt...with a pathological compulsion when it came to spending. Robin's first marriage to Donald, doomed from the start, lasted 3 years.
Paul was charming, witty, handsome, they had great sexual chemistry...but he had no ability to get his bills paid. Paul's impulse spending was an issue before marriage.
Another marriage doomed from the start, for Robin?
When Robin and Paul were on an old smelly bus in Morocco, with a screaming baby, little oxygen, communal sweat, malodorous exhaust fumes, and "heat curdled so that it
actually felt tactile, weighty, and doughy like four-day-old-bread."...
I was reminded of my own travel days very similar. ( oh, how I remember these days). The author painted the visuals perfectly....from taxi drivers honking their horns, geese & chickens in the streets, women in burkas, tourists waiting in long lines for the toilets at bus stops, crowds of hawkers that were harmless but a nuisance, to the several touts offering cheap accommodations: "You want room. . .very clean. . .good price."
Anyone who has ever traveled in these parts of the world ... remembers "you want room".....dozens of times.
The 'no-air-condition', bus ride was miserable for Robin and Paul. The Arabs looked at this couple like a pair of "hippie-dippie" American's . Little did they know Robin & Paul were anything 'but' a hippies.
What Robin wanted most in life was to have a baby with Paul and be responsible, civilized adults. She loved Paul and wanted her marriage to work. Robin says:
"If we get through this fucking bus trip together we can get through anything".
BUT? Can they? Can Robin and Paul get through anything?
The plan is to stay a month in Morocco. Paul made all the plans ahead of time - bought the plane tickets before a discussion with Robin. He made a hotel reservation at the "Les Trois Chameaux", which they didn't seem to have a record of when Paul & Robin arrived. Can't have things be easy...now can we? :)
Robin steps in and handles the problem! By now.. we know it's not the first time Robin is saves Paul's ass.
So what happens during their month stay? Yikes, yikes, yikes... I wouldn't have wanted to be in Robin's shoes...but I was hooked turning pages...
The BLURP itself tells us Paul goes missing. I suppose there is nothing else to add about that. No reviewer in their right mind is going to say 'what' happens to this American couple during their visit....
The ending was predictable - but not the 'details' before arriving there. I didn't see the surprises 'during' the journey.
I enjoyed this story ... the pacing....the adventure mystery...and mostly the Moroccan
feeling. ( the hustle & bustle of street life, flowery shirts and gold chains on some of the men, heavy wood furnishings, velvet upholstery, a sea view from a balcony, the scary dark alleyways, the intense heat, the stalls of shops with every sort of
merchant plying his trade).
The author gave us ( the readers), an experience of extraordinary colors - sounds- and smells: aromas-- some enticing - some sewage -the spice market -the gorgeous fabrics - butcher meats on display which flies congregated, flower stalls, brewing mint tea, French and Moroccan pop music, hawkers and merchants shouting everywhere.
"The Blue Hour" is page turning entertaining - a little 'scary-yucky' in one scene...
Beware: anyone who reads this book might run the risk of but buying a ticket to Morocco. Ladies, make your own hotel reservation..do not count on 'the guy' to do it for ya properly! :)
Thank You Atria Books, Netgalley, and Douglas Kennedy