For Macdonald this seems like the ultimate sacrifice for love, and it almost kills her, literally. When the love of Macdonald's life is posted to India, she quits her dream job to move to the most polluted city on earth, New Delhi. So when an airport beggar read her palm and told her she would return to India - and for love - she screamed, Never and gave the country, and him, the finger.īut eleven years later, the prophecy comes true. In her twenties Sarah Macdonald backpacked around India and came away with a lasting impression of heat, pollution, and poverty.
In this other universe everyone seems mad and everything is upside down, back to front and infuriatingly bizarre. The result is a new book, set in Pakistan.India is like Wonderland. I visited Oman, Abu Dhabi, Dubai, and lived for a year in Karachi, Pakistan.
Sea Music was published by Harper Collins to critical acclaim, followed by Another Life, The Hour Before Dawn and Come Away With Me.Īt the end of 2009 I took the decision to take time off to travel. Having secured an agent, my next two novels Listening to Voices and The Sleep of Birds were published by Headline. I kept journals of my time in the Middle East and my first novel, Falls The Shadow, (now out of print) was published by a small independent publisher.Įventually, tired of an itinerant life, I moved to Cornwall and put down roots. I went off to Germany, Norway, Sharjah, then on to Singapore and Malaysia as an army wife. I was set on an acting career and after working as an ASM in The Theatre Royal Windsor I won a place at the London Academy of Music and Drama. I travelled as a child, went to many schools, ending my education in a strict Catholic convent in Malta while my parents lived in Cyprus. Having secured an agent, my next two novels Listening to Voices and The S Much of my life has been as a gypsy without roots. Eventually, tired of an itinerant life, I moved to Cornwall and put down roots. I kept journals of my time in the Middle East and my first novel, Falls The Shadow, (now out of print) was published by a small independent publisher.
Much of my life has been as a gypsy without roots.
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