It has been said that a writer’s oeuvre never dies. I never paid attention to this creed, until now. Lately, there has been renewed interest in reading Midnight at Noon, a novel published back in September of 2015. What surprises me is the fact that this resurgence of new readers is stemming from places and communities I never expected to fall in love with Caribbean literature. Midnight at Noon, authored by me, is no fast-food narrative; it is a voluminous novel, literary fiction in nature. Unless a reader is hooked and consumed by the story, putting it down would be the most likely scenario.
Lately, I have been getting a quite number of invites to speak about the main message between the covers of the book, which seems to indicate that literary fiction still has its own niche. Last month, I gave a lecture at the Ponte Vedra library. The audience was lukewarm at best. Most attendees seemed stunned and perplexed, not because they did not like what they were exposed to, but because they did not read the story prior to coming to the event.
At the end of the presentation, several individuals surrounded me, and started expressing their interest. Each requested and purchased a signed copy. This was not something new to me. I always have to face interested listeners after I give a lecture. A few days later, I flew to Europe. It was then I started to receive praises again and new invitations to speak about the theme of social justice embedded in Midnight.