More daring than Nabokov, more riveting than Simona Vinci's "A game we play", more readable than Hartog's "The Photographer's Sweetheart". An engrossing tale of misdirected and promiscuous child love. One of only a few books I have ever wanted to re-read as soon as I'd finished it.
The story is about a naive 18 year old student fruit picker (David) who is sexually molested by a 9 year old girl, Abigail. They fall in love and an alarming state of intimacy grows between them. The young man spins himself a web of difficulties with his fellow fruit pickers as his indescreet liaison puts him into all sorts of embarrassing situations focused around the little girl. As the tale unwinds we discover the harrowing history of abuse that Abigail and some of her classmates are subjected to in the community, and David is her only source of hope.
If anything, the story is too neatly packaged into two halves. In the second part of the story we find David and Abigail as adults rediscovering each other, and a more sensible David re-confronts earlier temptations in the form of his own 9 year old step daughter.
It is a clever piece of writing. We are made to empathise with David because of his naievity and the author has effectively captured the thoughts and simplicity of a young lad stepping gingerly in an adult world. As David becomes a 40 year old adult, the author embues him with a more sophisticated morality.