From the prizewinning author of Come Together, Fall Apart comes a mesmerizingly beautiful first novel about family, home, loss, and forgiveness that more than fulfills the promise of her earlier work.

Miraflores has never known her father, and until now, sheas never thought that he wanted to know her. Sheas long been aware that her mother had an affair with him while she was stationed with her then husband in Panama, and sheas always assumed that her pregnant mother came back to the United States alone with his consent. But when Miraflores returns to the Chicago suburb where she grew up, to care for her mother at a time of illness, she discovers that her mother and father had a greater love than she ever thought possible, and that her father had wanted her more than she could have ever imagined.

In secret, Miraflores plots a trip to Panama, in search of the man whose love she hopes can heal her motheraand whose presence she believes can help her find the pieces of her own identity that she thought were irretrievably lost. What she finds is unexpected, exhilarating, and holds the power to change the course of her life completely.

In gorgeous, shimmering prose, Cristina HenrA-quez delivers a triumphant and heartbreaking first novel: the story of a young woman reconciling an existence between two cultures and confronting a life of hardship with an endless capacity to learn, love, and forgive.

"In her debut novel, Henríquez, author of the short story collection Come Together, Fall Apart, explores the depths of love in an unconventional family and a foreign land. In suburban Chicago, young, unsure Miraflores finds herself caught between finishing college and caring for her mother, who has developed premature Alzheimer's disease. While tending to her mother, Mira uncovers a startling secret regarding her Panamanian father, long a forbidden topic; Mira had been told that he abandoned them prior to her birth, but there seems to be more to the story. To find him, and hopefully some perspective, Mira takes an extended vacation to Panama where he remains a citizen. There, Mira makes friends with elderly doorman Hernán and his young relative Danilo and,with their help, pursues every possible lead to her father. While Mira's quest for identity and family stability unfolds, the friendship between her and Danilo deepens, and soon she finds herself with feelings for the energetic, handsome, occasionally abrasive young man. A closely observed tale of relationships with some astute parallels between human interaction and subterranean geology, Henríquez's novel also benefits from a strong sense of place and plotting." Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)

Divided identity, the central theme of Cristina Henriquez's engaging if slight first novel, is much on people's minds these days. Herself a young Chicagoan with deep roots in Panama, she has written a novel about a young Chicagoan who makes a bold, sudden trip to Panama to explore her deep roots there. Precisely how much further autobiography goes in "The World in Half" is unclear and, for that matter,... Washington Post Book Review (read the entire Washington Post review) unimportant, but the novel is sure to strike a familiar and affecting note with the many other residents of this country who are trying to reconcile divided identities as well as divided loyalties.

Miraflores Catherine Reid, the 20-year-old narrator and protagonist, lives in Chicago with her mother, Catharine, and attends college at what appears to be Northwestern, Henriquez's alma mater. She has never met her father, Gatun Gallardo, a Panamanian with whom her mother had a brief but ardent affair while living in Panama City in the mid-1980s. She knows almost nothing about him and assumes that he was "a man who, upon learning (her mother) was pregnant, decided he didn't have much interest in raising a child, so he let her, and me, go."

Then, going through her mother's things one day, she discovers a small cache of letters from Gatun in which he makes clear that he wants to "raise our child together" and that he loves her deeply. Almost instantly, Mira decides that she has to go to Panama to see if she can find him, to meet the other half of that human pair that brought her into being. She tells her ailing mother that she has been "invited on a Geophysical Sciences Department trip to the Cascades Volcano Observatory in Vancouver, Washington," hires a woman named Lucy Carter to care for her, buys a ticket online, and leaves. "Ordinarily," she says, "I am not a brave person," but she makes this trip alone and unprepared.

As by now you probably have figured out, suspension of disbelief is utterly necessary to a sympathetic reading of "The World in Half." That a 20-year-old college student can pull the wool so thoroughly over her mother's eyes, and those of her mother's caretaker as well, is possible but, at best, improbable. That she leaves no contact information beyond her cell-phone number is, again, possible but implausible. Ditto for the virtual silence with which Catharine and Lucy acquiesce in her impromptu plans: no probing questions, no serious objections, just, "Have fun."

Implausibility continues to be the rule when she gets to Panama City. She had reserved a room at the Hotel Centro, "the cheapest lodging listed in the guidebook that also advertises air-conditioning." It proves to be clean but modest, complete with a friendly doorman named Hernan and a youth about her own age named Danilo, Hernan's nephew. Beyond selling flowers in the street he has no visible means of support, but he knows his way around the city, and once he learns the true purpose of her visit, he offers to be her guide. That she places herself so willingly and completely in his hands is, well, possible but improbable.

Still, they make an appealing pair, this "humble, determined, serious, resourceful, reserved, and hardworking" young woman and this free-spirited young man who "stubbornly ... demands life from himself and from everyone around him." Together they go to the library, to the Panama Canal (her father's last known place of employment) and to the old center city, Vieja Panama. Phone calls to numbers listed under her father's surname produce one mildly enigmatic response but mostly dead ends. Mira suffers "the panic of not knowing where to go next" and the frustration of uncertainty.

She presses on, though, and as Hernan and Danilo grow fonder of her, they make her a (quite unlikely) offer: to move in with them in the tiny but orderly apartment they share. She accepts, though she feels somewhat uneasy about imposing on them, and as a result finds herself experiencing Panama less as a tourist and more as a resident. Like many another Yanqui visitor to the immense cities of Latin America, she is at once appalled and enchanted, and Henriquez describes what she sees and feels with real feeling of her own:

"It's the way all of Panama seems: a place where the sidewalks are cracked and broken, where people live in buildings that looked as structurally sound as if they were built with toothpicks, where the storefronts are soiled from polluted air, where abandoned cars sit on the side of the road and sometimes in the middle of it, where armed guards perform random street checks and stand menacingly in front of even the drugstore, where mangy dogs roam free, and where bits of garbage are caught in every patch of overgrown grass throughout the city, and yet, for all the grit, there's a sublime sort of beauty, too, the way the whole of the city shines in the gracious, broad rays of the sun, the smile — welcoming and sincere and full of life — on people's faces as they walk down the streets, the brilliant flowers blooming in even the most unsuspecting nooks and crannies, the ebb and flow of the bay against the land, the black iron sand swirled into the shore, the songs of birds — like birds I've never heard before — coursing through the morning hours of every single day. It's the kind of discord that exists everywhere, or at least in any place that's large enough to be more than one thing. But it's different here. The beauty and the disarray are everything. They are the edges of Panama, the borders that define it, and there is nothing else in between."

I quote that passage at length because I like it a great deal and because everything it says is true. Latin America is simultaneously desperate and hypnotic, and Henriquez gets this aspect of it exactly right, not only in this passage but elsewhere in the novel as Mira gradually comes to love this place that is, in part, her own. For all its implausibility, "The World in Half" is engaging and touching.

Jonathan Yardley's e-mail address is yardleyj(at symbol)washpost.com.

Reviewed by Jonathan Yardley, Washington Post Book World (Copyright 2006 Washington Post Book World Service/Washington Post Writers Group)
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