Why did Australians find her name so hard to pronounce? She had a good name…a solid name.
Na-Yee-ma: to live a life that is enjoyable and prosperous.
Written in a style reminiscent of Joanne Harris ‘Chocolat’ and Marsha Mehran’s ‘Rosewater and Soda Bread’, the beautifully composed ‘Fava Bean for Breakfast’ is evocative and charming with just a hint of magical realism. But Suzanne Salem is also acutely aware of the racial tensions prevalent in Australia; this novel raises important questions that will leave you thinking well beyond the final page.
Fava Beans for Breakfast
In 1974, Nayeema reluctantly leaving Sydney’s inner city to move to Burraboo, a tired coastal town, with her husband, Fawzy.
Nayeema has surrendered her only dream but once in Burraboo, she falls under the sway of new infatuations. On a houseboat in the pristine bay nearby, she sells the comforting food of her Egyptian childhood; and learns how the truth can be withheld into secrets. But everything changes when a local teenage girl goes missing and racial tensions ignite in the town.
As Nayeema’s houseboat arrangements become more entangled, her yearnings must fight her own history, the impetuous jinn and each other, to finally reveal the mystery of the strange birthmark
that prickles on her chest.