The Refugee Ocean

De: Pauls Toutonghi

Narrado por: Ali Andre Ali, Suehyla El-Attar Young, Jackie Sanders

Duración: 9 h y 23 m

Resumen del Editor

Two refugees find that their lives are inextricably linked—over time and distance—by the perils of history and a single haunting piece of music.

Born in Beirut in 1922, Marguerite Toutoungi lives a life of loss and sacrifice. She dreams of traveling to Europe and studying music at the Conservatoire de Paris but her family—and her society—hold her back. When she meets the son of a Cuban tobacco farmer at a formal dance, love transforms her life. Together with him, she flees across the Pacific Ocean. She’s hoping for a new beginning. Instead, she finds revolution and chaos.

Over fifty years later, Naïm Rahil is a teenage refugee from Aleppo, Syria. A former piano prodigy who struggles to thrive in America—and who has lost part of his hand in the war—he dreams of a simple, normal life.

Moving from Aleppo on the brink of civil war, to Lebanon in the late 1940s, to Havana during the Cuban Revolution, to the suburbs of Washington, DC, The Refugee Ocean grapples with what it means to be an immigrant, shows how wounds can heal, and highlights the role of music and art in the resilience of the human spirit.

©2023 Pauls Toutonghi (P)2023 Simon & Schuster Audio

Good moments, especially for music lovers—but storytelling lapses

This book starts off so well. We meet two piano-loving protagonists: one a Lebanese woman at midcentury; another a Syrian refugee in the 2010s. We know their stories must meet, but how? After so much development of young Marguerite’s inner life, the second half of the book does her an injustice by rushing to the end of her melodramatic storyline. The characterization of Annabel, a pivotal figure in the second half, is also rushed and unsatisfying (why, again, is she so devoted to refugees; how does she suddenly understand so much Spanish?). The episode in 1958 Cuba is unconvincing—it feels lifted from a right-wing telenovela—and it doesn’t help that the voice actors can’t pronounce Spanish words and put on comically stereotypical accents. Naim and Fatima are well drawn, but there’s no transcendent insight to be drawn from the way their lives link back to Marguerite’s. It feels like two partial novels unsatisfactorily pieced together.