Lucy Langston’s marriage is failing when her husband Darrell is suddenly offered a new job as CFO for an American insurance firm in Bermuda. With their twelve-year-old son Peyton, they leave their affluent Connecticut life to start anew in a paradise of pink beaches and quaint British decorum. All too soon, a darker reality emerges, and each of them becomes secretly entangled with Marcus Passjohn—a charismatic opposition leader known for his defense of the island’s underclass—and Marcus’s alienated son Zef, a budding anarchist. Darrell slips into an intrigue to destroy Passjohn’s credibility. Peyton, bullied at school, takes refuge in a frightening delinquency with Zef. And Lucy, seeking to reclaim her son before it’s too late, enters a compelling alliance with Marcus Passjohn, one that quickly escalates into a powerfully transforming love affair.
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Basil’s Dream (Livingston Press 2009) is Christine Hale’s first novel. Her short fiction and creative nonfiction have appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, Arts & Letters, Apalachee Review, Rivendell, Natural Bridge, and The Sun. A native of Bristol, Virginia, Ms. Hale has an MBA from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and an MFA from Warren Wilson College. In the early 80s, she worked in investment banking in New York City; later, as the mother of small children, she lived in Bermuda. Ms. Hale currently teaches in the Murray State University Low-Residency MFA Program in Murray, Kentucky, and lives in Asheville, North Carolina. She is writing a new novel, and a spiritual memoir.
from the Book:
From the air, through the plastic porthole of a descending plane, Bermuda appears improbable. The sea, clear and vibrant turquoise, stretches unconstrained all the way to the curve of the globe in every direction, yet—here is this thin tailing of land parting the waters, a nattering of limestone lace raised from the ocean floor on a solitary spindle of volcanic rock fourteen thousand feet tall. Lucy Langston tries imagining from the airline seat into which she’s buckled the force of the eruption that formed the cone that created the island. She tries to account inside herself for the anomaly of chance that placed this island here and nowhere else, so completely alone, six hundred miles from the nearest land, North Carolina’s Outer Banks, and a thousand miles from the Caribbean islands to the south-southwest with which she, like most Americans, would have lumped it until there arose in her life the circumstances that place her—and her husband Darrell on the aisle, and their twelve-year-old son Peyton between them—in these seats on this flight on their way to open a new chapter of their lives as expatriates in this tiny, isolated, insular British colony.