This is not an easy book to read. Nor is it a mystery. It is a somewhat disjointed story of some disparate characters joined only by the Portobello, a winding street in London filled with stalls and shops where one can find almost anything at any price.
The novel alternates telling about each of the characters, sort of in turn, and how, in the end, their lives kind of intertwine. There is Eugene Wren, a fastidious personality who becomes addicted to a sugar-free sucking candy, a habit that could cost him his fianceé, Dr. Ella Costend. Then there is a minor thief, Lance, who is arrested for an arson and murder, but not for his burglaries. Lance’s girlfriend and grandfather play important roles in his life, along with here live-in mate, Fize and his friend, Ian. Ella’s private patient Joel, who has a near-death experience during a heart operation, provides the author the opportunity to delve into deep psychological issues.
There is little plot to speak of, only descriptions of the Portobello neighborhood and the actions of the individuals, either by themselves or in relation to each other. Except for Joel, who has almost no relationship with anyone except his doctor and no role in the erstwhile story. It is easy to wonder while reading the book what it is all about; at least, until in the final pages, when it all seems to come together. On that basis, as well as for the beautiful writing, “Portobello” is recommended.
