An ‘Awkward Customer’, solitary from birth, searches for love…
Small miracles spur on a candid, intimate, rough ride. Their impeccable timing forces a large question: Is there a blueprint for Life’s journey? An intended role for the personality, the family, the country of birth? Is each life a symphony played by instruments chosen to develop its themes? Is every note significant?
What wrote the score, and who is conducting?
This one tilts at windmills and breaks lances. It encounters eminent people you'll recognise, and makes ordinary people eminent.
It saddles conflict: Boer-British, black-white, Old and New World, and rides into accusations of insanity…but, unknowingly, it traces the faint tracks left by an earlier traveller. George Eliot nudges its path, sets its direction, and waits for its end to answer the question.