By Susan Musgrave
Acclaimed author Susan Musgrave's first novel in over ten years is a superb mixture of poignant humanity and black humour within the gripping tale of a girl residing on demise Row for the unbelievable crime of killing her personal child.
To go the time last to her, whereas looking ahead to the result of her final appeals, the narrator writes the tale of the occasions that led to her incarceration. Her paintings as a translator attracts her into an underworld of family-controlled drug cartels working out of South the US, and she or he falls in love with a son in a single such kinfolk. Pregnant, she is abducted to an island off the coast of Colombia and slowly tricked right into a dependence on cocaine. Her narrative - violent and weird, but in addition riveting, erotic and jam-packed with the heady flamboyance of orchids - runs parallel to her account of lifestyles in "Death Clinic," as dying Row is termed on the Heaven Valley Facility for ladies. it's a relocating tale of friendship among 3 lady inmates - portrayed with devastating wit - who proportion basically the truth that they every one have a date with the executioner.
Cargo of Orchids swings via comedy and tragedy to shed a steady, eerie gentle at the questions of guilt and innocence and ethical ambiguity that lie at its center.
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