Montenegro

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In 1908, with world war a dark prophecy on the horizon, an English traveler, Auberon Harwell, enters a far valley in Montenegro — a spy sent to assess the political situation while posing as a botanist. Drawn into the drama of a young Serb in love with an unattainable woman, Harwell's sense of duty and honor will be severely compromised by his own dangerous desires — leading him toward a shattering confrontation that will forever change the world he thought he knew.

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Overview

In 1908, with world war a dark prophecy on the horizon, an English traveler, Auberon Harwell, enters a far valley in Montenegro — a spy sent to assess the political situation while posing as a botanist. Drawn into the drama of a young Serb in love with an unattainable woman, Harwell's sense of duty and honor will be severely compromised by his own dangerous desires — leading him toward a shattering confrontation that will forever change the world he thought he knew.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The Norton editor-in-chief, whose 1996 story collection, Legacies, was well received, has done something quite different here. He has written a dashing novel set in the rocky heart of the Balkans at the turn of the century, but with emotions and political fervor that uncannily foreshadow the present-day Bosnian quagmire. Auberon Harwell is a bold young English adventurer whose trip to the mountain fastnesses between Serbia and Albania, ostensibly to collect alpine plant samples, is in fact a spying expedition financed by a cynical British politician hoping to make capital out of British intervention in that tinderbox where the ambitions and aspirations of Austria, the Ottoman empire and the fervently nationalist natives collide. Harwell's impetuous, headstrong nature leads him into involvement with a nationalist hero, his splendidly brooding wife, with whom he is instantly smitten, and their cherished son, Toma, whom the mother yearns to set free to escape to America and life as an engineer. The smoldering passions burst into flame one terrible night in the midst of an earthquake, and it is left to Harwell to try to fulfill the boy's mother's dreams for Tomaand perhaps to respond to the intoxicated overtures of Lydia, a young English schoolteacher exiled in the mountains. This is adventure writing at a lofty pitch, exquisitely calibrated to its period and filled with superb evocations of landscape, tender penetration of personality and unflinching scenes of sex and violence. And what a movie it would make! (Aug.)
Library Journal
As the publicity stresses, Norton editor-in-chief Lawrence edits Patrick O'Brien, so it's not surprising that he has written a first novel of historical adventure. But this excellent work is much, much more than that. Set on the eve of World War I, it features Englishman Auberon Harwell, who consents to travel to Montenegro for the supercilious Lord Polgrove to assess Britain's opportunities in the Balkans as the Ottoman Empire disintegrates. On his first day there, he encounters the gruesome handiwork of a partisan and loses his packhorse on the rocks, but he pushes on to the interior and takes up residence with the family of Danilo Pekocevic, freedom-fighting hero of the Montenegrin Serbs and now an old man. Inevitably, Harwell is drawn into conflicts both political and personalconflicts that he soon realizes will explode, regardless of his (or Britain's) interest in trying to set things right. Lawrence writes assuredly, with great attention to both character and historical detail, helping us feel the underlying conflict that, of course, is still present in the Balkans today. At first, we are seduced by the wonderful storytelling, but eventually we are humbled by the story's moral dimensions. Highly recommended. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 4/15/97.]Barbara Hoffert, "Library Journal"
Washington Post
"Incisive...provocative...elusive and intriguing."
Wall Street Journal
"A rare literate adult adventure novel."
San Francisco Chronicle
"Artful...epic...a rich and rewarding work."
Cleveland Plain Dealer
"Ravishing...ambitious...extraordinary."
Boston Globe
"Riveting...an original and absorbing novel."
Kirkus Reviews
A far cry from his collection of contemporary stories, Legacies (1996), this first novel by Norton's editor in chief is a tale of romance and honor set against the turbulent Balkans just before WW I—a setting with particular relevance to current events.

Foreshadowing present-day conflicts in the region, Lawrence incorporates lots of information into his narrative about the various groups with a stake in the area. Lawrence, though, wears his research lightly and uses a protagonist—Auberon Harwell, an Englishman—who, like the reader, learns as he goes along. A spy for powerful British interests, Auberon poses as a botanist interested in the unique flora of Montenegro, the one region of Serbia not controlled by the Turks. Traveling inland from the Adriatic, he stops first in the mountain village of Cetinje, where the British ambassador reveals his contempt for the natives and where Auberon romances a young missionary, Lydia Wadham, who teaches in the local girls' academy. Lydia also provides Auberon with an introduction to a powerful local clan that lives on the furthest border of Montenegro, near a strategic valley controlled by Moslems. There, Auberon befriends Danilo Pekoevi, a hero in the local resistance movement opposing the Turks, whose wife, Sofia, hopes to see Toma, her only remaining son, escape to America. Mostly out of love for the beautiful Sofia, Auberon helps Toma escape his violent patrimony, but not before the young man makes the local situation worse by impregnating a local Moslem girl, whose clan insists on a wedding. When she commits suicide, the fragile peace is breached, and Auberon's escape with Toma assumes heroic dimensions. In fact, the novel itself thrives on this very conflict between heroism and the demands of realpolitik.

Lawrence's simple notion—that the heart can't always have what it wants—is enriched by the exotic textures of his setting. A lush, middlebrow drama that's perfect for the big screen—and could easily become the next English Patient, given the right director.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780060828424
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 3/28/2006
  • Series: P.S. Series
  • Edition description: With Insights, Interviews & More
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 824,611
  • Product dimensions: 5.31 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Starling Lawrence is the editor in chief and vice chairman of W.W. Norton & Company. He is the author of the novel Montenegro and the story collection Legacies. He lives in New York City and northwestern Connecticut.

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Montenegro

A Novel
By Starling Lawrence

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Starling Lawrence
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060828420

Chapter One

Cattaro, February 1908

Harwell had always prided himself on being a good sailor and a perfectly rational man, but he had been so miserably and unaccountably seasick since the steamer left Trieste two days earlier that it was difficult to accept this affliction as anything other than an omen. Much of his boyhood was spent racing small boats on the Norfolk Broads, and the Channel crossing, with its chops and cross seas, was familiar, even welcome to him. He once read three chapters of a Russian novel in the course of a Channel storm so violent that even the steward in the first-class lounge had to excuse himself.

For these two wretched days, however, he had scarcely left the deck, hoping that the vicious wind, the bora, howling the length of the Adriatic, might clear his head and settle his stomach. The wind set the old Ungaro-Croatian steamer into a continuous shuddering roll as soon as she cast off it drove the smoke straight over the bows like a pennant pointing south, covering the deck and his clothes with a fine grit; and when he was sick, which had happened more times than he could remember, eddies of this same wind flung his vomit back on him, spattering his trousers and shoes. He remembered withdisgust a plate of macaroni he had eaten just before boarding the ship. He had no notion of what the sauce had been, and he had never liked that sort of food anyway. He determined never to eat it again.

It was dawn now, or nearly so, for the light was trapped behind that great mountain, which he could see only in outline. He had spent the night in a deck chair, muffled in two blankets. The steward had been alarmed at the idea of providing either the chair or the blankets at such a late hour, and had demanded security of two sovereigns and all the Italian coins in his pocket. Harwell, already in low spirits, was first annoyed, then offended, for the steward clearly doubted his sanity. Why would a man about to jump overboard need a deck chair? And would he conceivably take it with him over the side? Well, he had been warm enough, or nearly so, and he had even managed to sleep for a while. He had woken once and glimpsed, across the broken sea, the lights of Ragusa, that ancient city which he had hoped to see in the daylight, her ramparts set against the unforgiving mountains of Illyria.

He leaned now on the rail, for he was exhausted still, and felt the vibrations of the steamer altering as she steered a majestic curve out of the violent waters of the Adriatic, through the narrows, and into that vast, sheltered bay, the Bocche di Cattaro. The dark mountain, his destination, now limned with light, lay dead ahead, and ghostly white villages defined the shoreline. The wind had dropped, and he was surrounded by clouds of clamoring gulls. He breathed deeply and contemplated the possibility of breakfast.

The steward seemed surprised to see Harwell still alive, but made a swift recovery, hoping to preserve last night's deposit as this morning's gratuity. At last the man surrendered the two gold coins, holding back the Italian ones, which Harwell let him keep.

The cabin stank so that the sickness nearly came back over him, but he managed to change out of those filthy trousers and scrape the worst off his shoes. He packed quickly, cursing himself for having too much luggage, and found a place for his shoes in the side of one valise where they would not do too much damage. The trousers were impossible. He thrust them under the pillow, muttering that the steward could jolly well earn his tip.

Dressed in breeches and the beautifully burnished Maxwell boots his mother had given him as a going-away present, assured by the steward that his luggage would meet him on the quay, he set off in search of breakfast. But the door of the dining room was still locked: perhaps he was the only passenger disembarking at Cattaro? Sustained raffling of the brass handles eventually provoked a response. A sleepy waiter opened the door and set a place on the table that had only recently been his bed.

Harwell perceived a cruel irony in the fact that whereas he had been offered all sorts of food when he wasn't able to eat it, he now found only two brittle rolls and a pot of last night's coffee, partly warmed. There would be worse before long, he supposed, surprising himself with this gloomy reflection. He was a young man neither of great family nor of great intellectual achievements, but of energetic enthusiasm for whatever tomorrow might bring. And this trip -- he hardly presumed to call it a mission -- which was starting so unpromisingly, had seemed the perfect thing, seemed to suit him exactly. Harwell, little given to analysis or examination of motive, knew this in his bones, and it had been confirmed for him by Raymond the last time they met.

"You are extraordinarily lucky, Bron," Raymond said, as if he were about to complete his thought. Instead, there ensued a silence that lasted until Harwell looked over to catch that long, fine face, now half in shadow, closed in upon some reflection that would not be shared. Raymond was shifting his glass back and forth on the arm of his chair, an almost imperceptible motion that set the firelight to playing in the tiny amber lake of his brandy.

"Lucky," he went on at last, "because whether you know it or not, you have found something to do that will engage you completely, and a part of the world you will never tire of."

Continues...


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