By M J Porter
Series: The Ninth Century
Author: M J Porter
Publication Date: 25th August 2022
Publisher: M J Publishing
Page Length: c.250
Genre: Historical Fiction/Action and Adventure
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A veteran writer and video producer, Thomas Tibor has helped develop training courses focusing on mental health topics. In an earlier life, he worked as a counselor in the psychiatric ward of two big-city hospitals. He grew up in Florida and now lives in Northern Virginia. Fortunate Son is his first novel.
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The following isn’t a spoiler as you’ll deduce this from the blurb! The Road Back is the story of Patricia, brought up in London in the 1950s, and of Kalden, a few months older than Patricia, who was brought up in a small village in Ladakh, his destiny being to become a monk. Fated to meet, they fall in love, and are determined to stay together despite the obstacles they face.
I have my late uncle to thank for introducing me to Ladakh, a beautiful Indian province that lies to the north of the Himalayas and west of Tibet.
When my uncle was stationed with the army in North India in the 1940s, he managed to get one of the few authorised passes to visit Ladakh. Upon his return to England, he assembled his photos and notes into an album, which he gave to one of his daughters. That daughter now lives in Australia, and a few years ago, she phoned and asked if I’d help her to find a permanent home for the album as the green ink in which my uncle’s notes were written, was starting to fade.
|A page from my Uncle's album.|
The album is now in the Indian Room of the British Library on Euston Road. But before I handed it over to the Library, I read it from cover to cover, and I fell in love with Ladakh. I knew I had to set at least a part of a novel there, so I began to research the province in depth, and then I started writing.
The character of Patricia had long been in my head. She was born in the 1950s and brought up in Belsize Park, a part of London I know well. I saw her as a lonely child, living with parents who’d been torn apart by grief over a tragedy that had happened to the family in the past. She’d been waiting for her moment to emerge from my mind, and her time had come!
But all I knew about Kalden was that he’d been brought up in a small village in the Buddhist part of Ladakh, so I carried on with my research. And then one day, I read how the lack of rain had influenced the social structure of the family in a way that affected the fourth son. At that moment, I was overwhelmed by a huge surge of excitement - I had my story!
In writing the story, I followed my instinct. It was only after I’d finished the book and had started to send it to agents, that I was given reason to think about its structure.
At that time, the familiar linear structure, where one chapter followed another chronologically, was being challenged by a number of authors, who had started exploring different ways of telling their story. Some jumped backwards and forwards in time, for example, sometimes going back a few months or years, sometimes whole centuries.
However, I’d written my book in what was a fairly conservative way, alternating the first few chapters between Patricia and Kalden, each growing up in a very different environment from the other, engendering, I’d hoped, a sense of expectation on the part of the reader that the two would one day meet, which would bring some tension.
I heard back from an agent fairly soon, and was very excited when she told me that if I’d restructure the book, playing around with time rather than sticking to a chronological presentation, she would be interested in representing me. When I’d got over my initial excitement, I thought long and hard about that.
While I could see that moving backwards and forwards in time could work really well where there were, for example, long-hidden secrets to be revealed, or where the life of a modern character was paralleled with that of someone from centuries before, I wasn’t sure that such a structure would allow me to show clearly the character development of Patricia, a lonely girl raised by parents who were weighed down by grief, and of Kalden, who through the circumstances beyond his control, faced a future he would never have chosen.
But an agent’s advice couldn’t be ignored, and I decided that, although the novel had seemed to flow in the way I’d written it, I should play around with the way in which I’d presented my narrative.
Ignoring an inner voice that screamed, ‘Don’t do it’, I then started cutting and pasting the first few chapters, and bringing forward chapters from later in the novel. When I had finished, I sent copies of the original and the revised versions to three different friends. All three preferred the original.
I thanked the agent, but I didn’t change the book, and in its original form, it was later accepted for publication.
This resulted in Colin asking to be sent the manuscript for The Road Back. He’d greatly enjoyed it, he later told my publisher, and had been very moved by the story, and he volunteered to endorse the book. His words are on the cover of both editions. ‘A splendid love story, so beautifully told.’
Furthermore, he came to the launch of the novel, held in Waterstones Oxford, and gave a most amusing talk.
|With Colin Dexter at the launch of The Road Back.|
“The plot has its twists and turns to keep readers intrigued…to the very end. A great comfort read that will soothe the spirit with renewed hope and faith.” Readers’ Favorite five-star review
A HISTORICAL NOVEL OF FINDING HEALING AND A SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE
In the early 1900s, quiet and reserved Molly Lund finds refuge from her past at the Nelsons’ farm in Minnesota. In an attempt to turn a new page in her life, Molly works at making peace with her losses and coming to terms with the disfiguring burns on her face.
Samuel Woodson, the Nelsons’ hired hand, carries his own cares. Split from his family and bearing a burden of misplaced guilt for an act that haunts him, Samuel–seeing past Molly’s scars–draws her out of her self-protective shell.
Molly and Samuel form a friendship, but just as their hearts lead them deeper, an unexpected guest comes calling, demanding what’s his.
Will Molly and Samuel find a way to be together or will they be separated, due to impediments beyond their control? Can they trust in God’s plan and travel a path that heals the hurts of the past?
Readers of historical fiction, Christian historical fiction, and Christian historical romance will delight in this beautifully wrought story of the healing power of love.
We’re better at looking back than forward. Since such is the case, our eyes would be better placed at the base of our heads. I see nothing when I gaze into the future. It appears like the purple haze of the distant hills—without definition, lacking firm, clean, and distinctive lines. In a word—smudged.
The ironic truth is that “smudged” could explain my appearance. Life has taken an eraser to the right side of my face. Melted, waxy patches of pink skin shine in the lamplight from my temple to my neck. The skin around my right eye hides the small world of greenish-blue color—the window to my soul.
I know what people see through this broken window—a monster. I tilt my head and run the tips of my fingers over the corded texture of my skin. From this viewpoint, I could play the part of Dr. Frankenstein’s creation. My fingers explore lower until they reach the hollow of my neck, where the music once lived. But no longer. The notes have died. I sigh, reliving a memory of grief for what I’ve lost.
My hand falls. With the stare of the dead, I look back at myself in the cracked bureau mirror. A crack in the glass runs diagonally across my face from temple to jaw, bringing a visual division to my deformity. I puff out air from my nostrils with a resignation I am getting used to. Bit by bit I’ve buried who I used to be. That grave leaves me uncertain of who I will become.