Book 224: Nauru (German) – Nauru: ein Krimi vom Ende der Welt = Nauru: a thriller from the ends of the earth (Thomas FUHLBRÜGGE)
But I became quieter and quieter. Everything was happening far too fast for me. Right now I would have loved to have dragged the neat Minister out of his shitty press conference, which was still going on in the background on the TV, and thrown him into our deepest hole. It would be best to drive up with the blue light and siren on, and in front of all the cameras clap the gun to his head and play the recording to the microphones. Then to chuck the guy into the back of the police car and lock him away. Finally I would have dropped the key into the Pacific.
[my translation]
Only three nations to go but another great read! (The third smallest by population, and also by area (21 km2), and the world’s smallest republic as well). It was really hard to find a novel for Nauru though, and I couldn’t find one in English, but finally found this one in German which hasn’t been translated.
One other record Nauru has lost (some would say squandered) is that it used to be the richest country in the world. It was built on phosphate. For example, Air Nauru used to fly its hard-working 737 all around the Pacific and to rim countries, pretty cheaply (if not always reliably – the whole plane risked being bumped if the President wanted to go somewhere). I’m sure it wasn’t commercially viable. I could kick myself for not having explored Micronesia too at the time of my big trip around the South Pacific. Now there are only few, and very expensive, flights to Micronesia in general and Nauru in particular. Sadly, the island’s interior was mined out (the standard description for what remains is a ‘moonscape’), and most of the phosphate was gone before independence to make the fields of Australia and New Zealand fertile. Enough resources remained to keep the Nauruans very rich if it was invested wisely – but the cargo cult mentality prevailed and it was wasted very quickly, leaving Nauru as a shell. It is a shameful story for Australia, the UK – and Nauru. Now Nauru earns money by hosting a sad camp for seafaring asylum seekers to prevent them coming to Australia.
So, for lack of a novel by an indigenous Nauruan (as far as I can find), we have this pretty good thriller by German writer Thomas Fuhlbrügge. And again, as far as I can tell, he knows the island very well, its history and politics, and seems to cram most of it into his novel! It would be perfect travel reading, if you were going there.
Fuhlbrügge relates the story of the discovery of phosphate – that a rock from Nauru being used as a doorstop in the office of the nearly bankrupt Pacific Islands Trading Co saved it and made its fortune when Albert Ellis got it tested and found that it was almost pure phosphate. (Though Arthur Grimble, in his wonderful book A Pattern of Islands, says the rock was from the other phosphate island, Banaba/Ocean Island in Kiribati).
Nauruan policeman Stephen Hix is looking forward to a stint representing the whole Pacific region with Interpol in France, when he is called to investigate the murder of an ex-President (not suicide, as he is convinced), – and then of another one – then of his own father, when it gets personal – and personally very dangerous. In a wild ride, among other heroics he helps put down a revolt in an asylum seeker detention centre (with the help of a bulldozer) and arrests his boss, the police minister, at the airport (then loses him due to too much police celebration). At the same time there is a hostage situation at the parliament.
As with so many thrillers, the author uses a limited milieu (this time, the whole little country) as a brilliant setting. For such a tiny island (which takes 16 minutes to ride around, without needing to use the siren and flashing blue light), there is a fantastic use of locations – the cantilever which was used to load the phosphate ships, the airport (the main/only road around the island has to be blocked when a plane needs to land), the ponds, the parliament, and the Australian asylum camp. It was great how he brings danger to familiar surroundings (it all ends in his own bedroom).
I couldn’t help smiling at the characters who were named after famous spies from history – Somerset Maugham, Francis Walsingham, Guy Burgess, and Gary Powers. ‘Ivan Grom’ is obviously modelled on the Australian ‘Backpacker Murderer’ Ivan Milat. I also loved the wry humour about Nauru, e.g. when Hix is not worried about parking in one of the three disabled spots at the airport, since Nauru had only three wheelchair uses, one of whom is his stepmother who certainly wouldn’t be flying that day…
The book is full of fun facts about Nauru, including a map and lots of colour photos (which are actually rather boring but relate to locations mentioned). The writing itself is exciting and fluent (the slaughterhouse description sounded great in German!) Typos are few and far between (Goulburn in Australia got an extra ‘e’).
I really enjoyed this thriller, and I hope it gets some translations!
Fuhlbrügge, Thomas (1974 – ), Nauru: ein Krimi vom Ende der Welt, Norderstedt, Books on Demand, 2nd. edn. 2018, ISBN 9783744890304
Book 223: Palau (English) – A Greater Treasure (Susan KLOULECHAD)
The Captain stood on the beach, watching the longboats return to the shore. Behind them, his ship was a magnificent sight against the rising moon. The sails fitted perfectly and he nearly commended the islanders for their workmanship, but there was no longer any friendship. He thought only for a moment about the effort involved in weaving the large sails from dried leaves. Each had been carefully dyed in dark red, golden yellow, and black, then intricately woven into diamond patterns. Looking towards the mountain, his mood shifted.
I said last time that my San Marino book, Androceo, was the newest I had read. That’s not strictly true; this one is even newer! Of all the countries in the world, Palau proved the hardest to find a novel to read. I searched for years, and in the end was ready to admit that one from there didn’t exist. I had already read one book from there – a glossy scuba diving guide, Palau by Nancy Barbour (Full Court Press, 1990) – but although it has a country introduction and nice mythological excerpts (and gorgeous pictures – and not many guides suggest visiting the local jail), it didn’t count as a novel. In desperation I wrote to Susan Kloulechad, who had saved Ann Morgan’s project, and who rescued mine too. Susan is married to a Palauan and lives part of the time in Canada, part in Palau. Very generously she let me read one of her unpublished manuscripts (a different one from the one Ann read). At the time of writing, A Greater Treasure unfortunately hasn’t been published yet. This being the case, I thought it would be unfair to critique a work that, when it is finally (I hope) published, may end up different from what I read (like doing a road test of a prototype car). Maybe Susan will take up some of my suggestions, maybe she will do some re-writing, maybe the publisher’s editor will ask for some changes, or all of the above. So here I’ll just talk about the story.
It’s a young adult adventure novel set in an island country which may be very like Palau. A mysterious stranger, the captain, strides into a tavern in Pewter Bay (presumably somewhere in the Americas, presumably in the 1800s) and announces that he’s after a crew (not a lazy one this time!) to sail to “an island of sparkling diamonds, gems and gold” that he has heard of but has never been reached before.
Marina is a professor at Pewter University. The captain seeks her out as the sort of Darwin to his Fitzroy, and she agrees to go on the adventure. She develops an ever-closer relationship with the captain which is not to end well. They do find the mysterious, utopian island and set out to colonise it – but it is already inhabited. Marina quickly learns the local language (which Susan tells me is actually Palauan) and she earns more trust from the locals than the rest of the crew do. (She is also more of a conservationist than the rest of them are). They show her a cave in a mountain with a huge diamond inside, which they can use to control the winds. Unfortunately, she shows it in turn to the captain, who avariciously undergoes a Sméagol/Gollum transformation, steals it (killing his local guide), and sets out to sail off with it (leaving distraught Marina behind). But Nature gangs up on him and gets its revenge (having some fun along the way).
In all it was an enjoyable adventure novel with a bit of mythology/fantasy thrown in. She does some lovely descriptions of nature (and appears to particularly be fond of coconut crabs!) along with the amusing mythological escapades. I wish Susan luck with her writing career and am so grateful for her helping me to tick off the land of the green umbrella-like Rock Islands and the stingless jellyfish lake!
Book 218: Northern Marianas (English) – The Master Blaster (P.F. KLUGE)
Then they took us to the A-bomb strips, the main attraction. We sped down unexpected highways, left over from the war. The Americans noticed Tinian was shaped like Manhattan and the thoroughfares they built were named after similarly located Manhattan streets. So we were on Broadway, cutting through cattle fields, past Japanese buildings and temples, bullet pocked. Then we turned and we were bouncing along a dirt track, tunneling through thickets of brushy saplings that covered the sky and slapped at the windows; it smelled green but it was a hot green, like everything was being cooked as it grew. You were fried in the sun, poached in the shade. But at last we felt a hard final bump and we drove out onto North Field, which the guide told us had once been the largest air base in the world, four 8,500-foot runways. We were on one of them now, riding where B-29s had taxied and taken off. The place was deserted. It was like one of those end-of-the-world movies: planes and tents, Quonset huts and hangars and fuel tanks all gone, only the airstrips remained, like footprints of another time, another race even.
Let’s stay in Micronesia for a while and hop across to the Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands. (The Southern Marianas are basically Guam, which is still under the US – as was the CNMI for a long time – but has had a very different history). Sadly, they are best known for their use by the US military, most notoriously when the bombers which dropped the first A-bombs on Japan took off from Tinian island. Although the islands became self-governing, even more than with the other Micronesian members of the former UN Trust Territory, their dependence on the US has not ceased.
This adventure story follows the experience of four outsiders who arrive together on the same plane. George Griffin is a cynical travel writer on a junket who was expecting to get in and away quickly. The academic Stephanie Warner has just separated from her husband. Mel Brodie is a repellent old entrepreneur – a loudmouth, entitled, fugitive financier, real estate shyster, on-the-run realtor. He has his eye out for the main chance here too. Khan comes from Bangladesh to escape poverty in ‘America’ where he suffers the abuse of foreign labour. The story is told in turn with the point of view of each (sadly not of any of the Micronesians).
The final character is the Master Blaster of the title – he is not the pilot of Enola Gay, but a blogger who revels in revealing the ugly side of local life and aims to keep those in power honest, though his identity is itself a mystery to everyone (it is revealed about 2/3 of the way through) and has naturally made a lot of enemies. He knows his truth-telling may be useless, but he feels compelled to do it anyway. As he says, offering his job to one of the newcomers, “At the end… I think what happens in this place is important. Hardly anyone cares, of course. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.” The local politicians and businessmen; the American government and visitors; the guest workers; even the ordinary locals, who understandably turn their favouritism into personal advantage – all are at the mercy of his keyboard. (And where in another one of those island countries where everyone is related and everyone knows each other). One by one those who arrived on same plane have to leave – except perhaps one of them.
The second-hand copy I bought was withdrawn from a US library where it had apparently only been read once. This novel deserves far better than that. It is funny and the dialogues are very good, and yet again I learned an enormous amount about this place and what makes it tick.
Kluge, P.F., The Master Blaster, NY, The Overlook Press, 2012, ISBN 978-1-59020-322-4
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