Judy and I spent time in Marrakech a few years ago, and Dinah Jefferies’s gorgeous writing has captured the physical beauty of the place and its unique atmosphere better than anyone else I have ever read. Honestly, you’ll want to fly there and discover it yourself at the first opportunity.
So much for the setting – the ancient, sun-bleached buildings; the towering, snow-capped Atlas Mountains; the fragrant air and the impossibly delicious food. We have quite a story to set against this sunlit backdrop, too.
We are in 1960s Marrakech. A young woman, Vicky Baudin, is travelling to meet her estranged grandmother, Clemence. We find Vicky stepping onto the night train through Morocco on a journey to discover the truth. Why, decades earlier, did Clemence give her son, Vicky’s father, up for adoption?
We are in 1960s Marrakech. It may seem an innocent quest for knowledge. Soon, it will turn into an incredibly dangerous one.