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266 pages, Paperback
Published July 15, 2021
When I began my third novel, I knew only that I wanted to write about an explosion. I began researching the 7/7 London bombings in 2005 and was sketching out multiple narratives about causality, fate, destiny. But then my mother pointed me towards the Dome Fire in Trinidad in 1928, where many people lost their lives in an explosion. I immediately started work on Fortune.
“The Dome fire started with the obstinacy of an old Indian land owner. He owned a ten-acre block in the middle of the rich Apex field at Fyzabad. He had once had a dispute with the Company and although the Company had successfully drilled all around him, he had stubbornly refused to lease his land to them.
Eventually, a small local company was formed to drill the area and a young Trinidad driller was
persuaded to undertake the drilling for a share in the venture. His name was Bob Wade. He somehow assembled a drilling rig to drill the first well. All went well; the well was successfully completed and ‘came in’ with a large flow. Everything seemed to be well under control and Bob Wade left for the club to celebrate his good fortune. As darkness fell, however, a small leak developed in one of the control valves and within hours the well was out of control, spouting oil and gas into the air. The whole surrounding area was covered with oil and the air saturated with gas. The owner and his entire family rushed to the scene, rejoicing no doubt in the thought that they had struck it rich. Bob Wade hurried back from Port of Spain in an attempt to cap the well when the whole area exploded. What remained of Bob Wade was found in his car. He had apparently tried to start his engine so as to focus his headlights on the well head and this had sparked the holocaust. The whole Indian family perished and several workmen.
I saw the landscape as another character. The land is a canvas on which their longings play and are mirrored back to them. The characters see it differently, but the earth couldn't care less. A minor character, Scottish, finds Trinidad terrifying. She sees danger everywhere–people drown, swept into a whirlpool by the waters by a river on the coast, in African bees, in flying galvanise during a storm that slits off a neck of a local. She sees it as a place to die.
Ada feels trapped in Trinidad at times. The way everyone has eyes on everyone else. But the landscape liberates her. She takes Eddie to the Bamboo Cathedral and feels the benediction of a church; the sea breeze frees her.
Eddie sees the land as a means to fill his pockets, oil, gold, and he will do anything to get it, but the land will have none of it. It will do what it wants regardless of human wants and desires.
Sonny feels a guilty loyalty to his father’s land being drilled for oil. When the silk cotton tree is cut down, he cries as offerings to the spirits are scattered.
Tito talks about loving Trinidad. I know Trinis like that–they are never going anywhere. You go away to come back, but he is not that different from Eddie. He, too, wants to plunder the land.