... the smell faint but so sweet, and it came to my dulled senses as powerfully a any narcotic."
A young man returns to the orchard of his childhood, and, as he reconnects with the colours, the scents, the taste of the fruit, and the view far down into the valley, images from the past return, happy ones of his youth, his first, innocent feelings of love, and sad and painful ones from the long time away from the orchard and village down the hill. Peter Hobbs's novella, In the Orchard, the Swallows, captures the reader from the first sentences with their subtle tone and the beautiful depiction of place and vista. Very quickly we sense that during the intervening years, between childhood and now - fifteen long years - much has happened to the young man, events and encounters that demand all his energy to absorb and process so that he can slowly heal. He is weak, bruised in body and soul, and would have died if he had not been found by the gentle and generous Abbas...
Having been confined for a long time, "I would crane my neck upwards, blinking into the light, looking for the swallows." They symbolize for him the freedom he had lost but his yearning for it had not diminished. "And when I raised my head and saw them flying free, there was a feeling in my heart of something I had not known for a long time. It was joy, and it was the most painful thing I have ever felt, because it reminded me of everything we no longer owned." There is another constant thought that keeps him company and the will to survive the tortures he is subjected to: the vivid image of his beloved, Saba, the girl he felt so innocently in love with at the tender age of 14...
In fact, the novel is an ode to Love, a journal addressed to the beloved in which he recounts not only his suffering during the years away and his return, but also his memories of a happy youth and how Saba's image kept him focused on life and now keeps him company as he is on the slow road to recovery...Memory or dream? "Perhaps one day I will come to choose that it was true, so that it will become a memory, and I will forget that it was just dream."
Hobb's brief novel is written with gentleness and intensity, haunting and brutally direct at times, relaxing at others. It will remain one of the most beautiful books I have read in a while. While references are made to northern Pakistan, the story could easily be imagined in other countries in the region and beyond. Hobbs's personal story has given insights into the human body and psyche and their ability to survive and heal that are captivatingly transposed into his novel. I rarely am taken by book covers, but this one attracted me from the first glance at it. [Friederike Knabe]