Aziz Arkoun ... illegal immigrant, former Algierian terrorist, coffee entrepreneur, friend, brother, and son ... Harbor offers rich, complex characters in its protagonist and his companions.
As the editorial cover blurb and other reviewers have mentioned, the primary question Adams raises is, "Who is a terrorist?" Is Aziz a terrorist because he killed in order to survive when he lived in Algieria, one of the most politically unstable places on Earth? After all, given opportunity, he might have grown old taking leadership of his father's hotel, smiling happily to tourists who come to him to enjoy nothing more than a good meal and a sunny beach. He might have married the woman he wanted to love, and raised contented children with her, if he hadn't seen her killed first. Even in America, what does it mean when a group of Muslim men draw circles on a subway map? Are they plotting an attack, or seeking coffee-sale locations protected from Boston's winter weather?
And, what about Aziz's companions, particularly those featured in the story's current Boston setting? Stowaways who swim ashore in Boston's frigid harbor may escape the mayhem of Algeria and similar places, but they won't be allowed to earn legal incomes in the US without documentation. So how do we judge them if they sell a few plastic Batman action figures or Versace suits, origin unknown?
Adams perhaps did a good job of showing how ordinary, or almost ordinary, people can find themselves engaged in immoral behavior. She made it possible to suspend judgment long enough to get to know her characters. However, I ultimately didn't sympathize with them as completely as I might have. This failure was perhaps pushed along by how very tired I got of reading one penis comment after another. Halfway through the book, I found myself flipping to the front cover to confirm the author has a female name, and wondering if it's a pseudonym or if a female author really felt the need to write such crude prose. Maybe such comments are an accurate description of the words and thoughts of some Algierian immigrants. If so, I might find sympathy for their plight from a distance, but no particular joy in their company. I plain got tired of all the penis comments!
So, three stars from me; I do like including Algierians in the current fashion of writing about Muslim people in the United States and elsewhere, as their culture's quite different from those of the Middle East and stretching into India. I do like exploring the ways in which we as a society decide whom to arrest on charges of terrorism, whom to fear, whom to welcome, whom to pity. Unfortunately, Adams' graphic unloving sex, far-too-graphic violence, and all those penis remarks actually got in the way of what could have been a very compelling story.