I. NUBURN Marc arrives from London at the Palm Beach hotel, on an island that is never named but is presumably based on the author's native Sri Lanka. He is disappointed to see that poverty has made accommodations scarce and the starved attendants are surly and disdainful. He doesn't like to think of himself as a tourist, but rather a man on a spiritual mission: his grandfather Eldon, a flying instructor, was born on the island but left it when war broke out and challenged his pacifism. The grandfather expatriated to London, where he met a Caribbean ex-patriate and made a family with her, occupying himself with his love of gardening. Eventually Eldon took his son Lee back to the island to show off its natural splendors, and the home that had been destroyed. While Eldon remained happy to be gone from the culture of relentless violence and oppression that emerged there when rival colonialists withdrew and left the island to endlessly feuding warlords, his son Lee, Marc's father, was enchanted by his father's descriptions of their homeland, and to the shame of his father eventually returned there to fight as a helicopter pilot, intending to bring his son (Marc) and wife there once it was safe. He was killed in action. After discovering a videotape in which his late father showed off the island's beauty, Marc found himself drawn to it, and so it is that he ends up on an island he kws very little about. Marc tries to explore the island but is discouraged by numerous military cordons and rules preventing tourists from entering the war-torn villages. The sense of subjugation was something I had t expected on an island infused with myth and mystery. This was a place, it seemed to me then, devoid of any joy past, present or future. Finally he wanders toward the outer ramparts of the village, and then into jungle bush, where he spots a woman who is releasing two doves. Immediately he is enchanted by her, but when he tries to converse with her, she is disdainful of the fact that he is a tourist. Eventually she disappears, leaving him to think about her all the next day, when he returns to the same spot and finds her there. He discovers that she is a secret farmer, cultivating birds and vegetation in a secret location in order to restore the natural riches that war has stripped away. (Uva's mother wanted these to return to a richer jungle rather than the leached scrubland that retreating global markets and distitute governments left in their wake. ) In spite of having little in common-he is naive and optimistic, while she became practical and cynical after her parents were killed by soldiers-Marc and Uva fall in love, and when Marc tells her of the paradise his grandfather often talked about, she describes a place in the south full of butterflies and flowers, Samandia. But one ever goes there anymore-Marc will have to find your own Eden. Marc's incence ends when a hotel worker he has made friends with, Nirali, is executed. Uva observes: The sand here never stains, you kw, matter how much blood is spilled... War here, like everywhere else, was once about land and identity. But after death cloud in the south everything changed. You see we were reshaped by gangsters into new collectives held together only by conscription. Not language, t religion, t any of those outmoded tions of nation. After so many years of fighting, violence became ingrained into our way of life. So w we have only thugs for politicians and tyranny in every tribe. Killers everywhere. Indeed, eventually one of these tribes discovers and burns down Uva's secret farm and goes after her. Mercenaries storm the hotel and Uva and Marc are separated when Marc is shot with a tranquilizer dart. II. MARAVIL Marc wakes up in a prison compound, tagged in the ear in case he escapes. The prisoners get a chance to go to Maravil, a shelled-out town where he remembers Uva mentioned having a friend named Jaz who works in an underground market. In the city Ma