This is an unusual novel that I found oddly compelling.
David Norfolk is an archaeologist. He is passionate about the possibility that somewhere in the sand dunes in New South Wales, Australia, the remains of a Portuguese shipwreck can still be found. He has secured funding for the dig, but there are a lot of doubts and this is his last chance.
But what do they find? They find a body, the remains of a man murdered and buried fifty years ago. Frustratingly, the dig has to be halted.
David walks his frustration into the sand dunes and comes across a tumbledown old shack, almost - but not quite - uninhabitable. An elderly recluse lives there, dying a slow horrible death.
A conversation with the old man is tantalising - he seems to know something about the shipwreck. David is so consumed by his need to know 'the truth' that he becomes the man's companion in his last dying days. The old man talks about his own past, as an archaeologist and about academic passion and rivalry - all leading up to some inevitable revelations about the ship and about the murder.
Interspersed between the old man's story is some of the history of Portuguese exploration of the world in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, which I found both unexpected and interesting, and which keeps the focus on the question, did the Portuguese reach Australia first?
As far as the writing goes - it's quite a 'bitty' novel. The chapters are short and fleeting, as though the writer wants to skate across the surface of everything. Given the the author is also a poet, I expected to be uncomfortable reading this book, but I was pleasantly surprised by how readable it was.
If I was to recommend it to a friend, I'd say that it wasn't my usual sort of read, but that it was interesting for it's take on the academic world and on early Portuguese exploration. I would also say that not everyone likes it, so it is probably best read in the spirit of experiment and curiosity.
An interesting read if an unusual one.