Someone commented that they wish there had been a map in the book so that they could follow Ana’s journey while doing the Camino trail themselves. Here is a map with all the places Ana passes through from St. Jean Pied de Port in France to Santiago de Compostela in Spain. Enjoy!

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NZ Herald review

December 15, 2009

Carroll du Chateau wrote a great review for Buen Camino this past weekend (12th Dec) I’ve since had bookstores re-order copies, strangers phoning to order books as Christmas gifts and new orders placed by bookstores I had not visited in my book distributing tour around New Zealand last month. Great stuff.

I was impressed by Carroll’s comment about Ana’s early sexual abuse. She says, ” – it made me wonder if it is ethical to write so candidly about how a father entices his daughter into sex. Making it into a game at first is probably the way most of them do it.”

Unfortunately this is true, which is why so many, many women are sexually abused and are left struggling with the aftermath of such abuse. One of my goals has long been to write this novel for it is meant to inspire women to stop blaming themselves for what happened in the past and be able to find peace and self acceptance. It seems there are many people out there who want to read about what Carroll calls, “A journey for body and soul.”

Below is the review in full.

New Zealand Herald Canvas Book Review 12th December 20

A JOURNEY FOR BODY AND SOUL

What inspires people, usually those well into middle age, to turn into pilgrims prepared to walk for weeks, day after day, rainstorm or sunshine, never knowing for sure where they’re going to stop, eat or sleep? Many of these pilgrims seem to be driven by spiritual rather than religious beliefs.

Many don’t seem to be especially troubled. And hardly any of them are spectacularly fit. So ! What entices them to take precious months off work to walk the 764km Camino de Santiago pilgrimage across Spain? And what do they hope to get out of the experience?
Auckland writer Thea Hughes’ novel, written like a great walk itself, puts an end to all those questions. A first-time novelist, she writes with verve and enough plot to keep you whipping through the pages. You learn that the Camino is no lyrical walk in the countryside. It’s long as hell. Although much
of the route is picturesque, pilgrims frequently share the roads with exhaust belching trucks and buses. Most of their fellow travellers don’t speak the same language. The way ahead entails crowds, mountains, rain storms, hard beds and unexpectedly locked refugios (the pilgrim-style backpacker hotels most rely. on). Sometimes there’s nowhere to buy dinner. Many nights people are so exhausted they can’t eat anyway.
And the secret that makes it all do-able, and worthwhile? Just keep putting one foot in front of the other and let the stress of everyday life melt away.
Thea Hughes lets her travellers explain: “I think el Camino’s greatest gift is to teach pilgrims how to live humbly;” says one. Another chimes in about learning about life’s choices: working out what’s important;
learning to decide to make your life either complex or simple. Alongside the homespun philosophy -;- thankfully not much of it – is the tough counterpoint of this narrative. It is also, I suspect, the core of what’s important about the Camino: most people who do it have a grief or challenge they’re trying to come to grips with. For Ana, our heroine, the dark side is the early sexual abuse that makes her distrust life in general and men in particular.
Her parallel story is told sparsely, yet so believably, it made me wonder if it is ethical to write so candidly about how a father entices his young daughter into sex. Making it into a game at first is probably the way most of them do it.
Poor Ana.
But most of the time Buen Camino meanders on, in many ways resembling the great pilgrimage it describes. Small but significant events occur, people become kinder. They look after each other, overcome their demons and, as the walk continues, get fitter and have more fun. Ana’s relationship with her walking companion is unlikely. She’s 30; he’s much older and his Alzheimer’s disease gets worse as they walk on. The fact that he’s so unsuitable is the only reason she allows herself, little by little, to rely on him. And likewise, Hughes lets the everyday details of life on the Camino build, over its 250-odd pages, into a strangely satisfying novel. Buen Camino: Beyond the Journey not only answers my question: “What on Earth do they get out of it?” but also provides
a fascinating example of why, as Robert Louis Stevenson wrote, “To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive’: @ Carroll du Chateau is an Auckland reviewer.

Book Signing

December 1, 2009

I’ll be at the Coatesville Market on Sunday 6th December and 13th December selling my books. I’m hoping folks will want to buy  signed copies as Christmas presents for their friends. We’re going away for the weekend but I’ll be leaving the campsite at 6.00a.m. to get to my stall by 9.00. Hope the weather’s good but as Judy (thanks pal) arranged a stall indoors the books will stay dry even if it pours.

New Short Story added

November 20, 2009

I’ve added another short story to my short story page called Mourning Glory. Go there to read it. It’s a humorous tale inspired by events that were overheard through the thin walls of a hotel room in Nairobi.

Film shot on Camino Trail

November 9, 2009

Variety magazine has dedicated an article on the Camino de Santiago where they talk about he bonds that unite the Camino and film. In the article, titled St. James in film flurry describes the camino as a “natural film stage” for many movie directors.

The authors of this article, John Hopewell and Martin Dale, mention the most important films that have been filmed recently in Galicia and along the Camino. In fact, the film that is being filmed at this moment on the Camino “The Way” (“El Camino”), directed by Emilio Estévez and starring Martin Sheen was the motive for writing the article.

Variety explains that the film boom in Galicia is related to an important aspect of the Camino de Santiago, the spiritual component.

 

 

‘Follow The Camino’ on facebook have asked for information on where to buy my book and have asked if they can insert an extract on the discussion board. How exciting! Of course for those who don’t have access to a New Zealand bookstore, copies can be ordered by e-mail scintillabooksales@gmail.com

They look perfect. The cover is great and the book looks very professional. Buen Camino – beyond the journey is now available at most Paper Plus stores in Auckland and on the North Shore and at most independent bookstores. I am hoping to get the go-ahead to sell to Whitcoulls and Borders from their head office early next week – watch this blog – which will mean virtually every bookstore in the greater Auckland region will have stock of my book or will be able to source it and order it from me for a customer. it’s listed on Nielson’s Book Data too which means it can be ordered by any bookstore. It’s very exciting seeing it out there at last. Paper Plus in Brown’s Bay have made a pyramid of books in their store to promote it as I am a local author. Watch this blog for more news as I travel South on my tour around New Zealand as far as Wellington in the next few weeks. It is extremely heartening to get the supportive response from almost all the bookshops I have visited. I approached them with uncertainty at first not knowing whether they would tell me they would only buy from publishers, but they have been willing to give me an opportunity to sell my book in their stores. I’m sure a lot has to do with the professional look of the finished product.

Zanzibar

August 11, 2009

Reading through my diary I kept during our Cape to Khartoum African travels, I found this nostalgic entry I made in  Zanzibar.

As night falls, fires in little brazziers are lit and stalls with an amazing variety of food are set up alongside the water. We walked slowly through the long passage of stalls, savouring the delicious smells and trying to decide what to choose for our dinner. There were  long skewers with thick prawns impaled head to tail;  skewers with bite sized pieces of marlin, barracuda, kingfish, snapper and tuna lying in long rows on the table. In the stall next door were more skewers, this time of calamari, ariekriekel and mussels. Huge crabs and crayfish were piled on top of one another and circles of octopus tentacles lay in mouthwatering temptation in yet another pile.

There were stalls making mini Zanzibar pizzas from hand-sized thin pieces of dough which were rolled out with the flat of the hand and then expertly and rapidly stretched until they were paper thin. A filling of minced meat,  and sauce was added and then a raw egg was  quickly broken into the middle and mushed around. The dough was rolled closed with great speed and expertise and placed on a waiting skottel to cook while we salivated eagerly nearby.

Machines, that looked like the wringers of old-fashioned washing machines squeezed the juice from sugar cane while somebody turned the handle furiously. The last stalls were piled high with salads, samoosas, falaffels and sweet pancakes with banana and chocolate for desert.

When I reached Ethiopia in my African journey I saw  more intense human suffering here than anywhere else we had travelled thus far. The images in the story of The Miracle of St. George are real (see short stories.) I did not know that leprosy, an easily treatable disease, still existed in the world. People died in the streets of Addis Ababa every day and the poverty and misery I saw everywhere in this green, verdant, beautiful country seemed inexplicable. The worst was seeing the homeless children, some as young as two, dressed in rags, holding hands as they walked in and out of the traffic of Addis. I remember reaching a village near Gondor where food aid was being handed out, where the sight of such extreme poverty finally grew too much for us to bear. It was like a film set with great crowds of extras, dressed in biblical dress, waiting in the hot sun for some food. They sat patiently all holding black umbrellas above their heads – it was quite surreal. The cattle and goats were stick thin with protruding ribs and hip bones The people were lethargic and glazed-eyed with sticky flies crawling over their skin. It was at this scene of utter human misery that we stopped our Landrover and unanimously decided to turn around and leave Ethiopia and and head towards Sudan.

finding a voice

July 30, 2009

I find it interesting that three of the people who have read my book have  spontaneously shared their stories of being sexual abused with me. It reminded me of what triggered me to write my book,  which was my experiences working with sexually abused children and their families. Often, in an open forum where sexual abuse was being discussed people would stand up and voluntarily talk about an incident of abuse which they had never confided to anyone before. Which makes me wonder why victims of abuse are compelled to maintain the secret.

It seems to me the abused person  (and this applies to any form of abuse) feels somehow that they were to blame for the abuse and were in some way complicit in the act.  You would never feel you were to blame if you were run over by a car and then recovered. Your sympathisers would empathise with you and as you healed, forget about the incident. You would not be judged for your injury. If the abused person were able to treat the sexual abuse in the same way, talk about it, be angry about it, and know that they were not to blame for it, others would not see them as a victim and would accept it as part of their life,  allowing them  to heal, and therefore not leave them a victim forever. This is always going to be a difficult journey.

I am really glad my book has helped some people begin their own journeys towards healing.

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