Set in 1940s Colombia, Breakfast In Bogotá is about a broken architect trying to build something new
‘Rocío was naked and Luke was not. For him, it felt the other way around. Why now, he thought, trying to stop his hands from shaking ...’
Breakfast in Bogotá is about a man on a journey to rebuild himself and then a city – or so he thinks. The story begins in post-war Colombia – 1947 to be exact. It wasn’t that much different to Europe then. Everyday people were still reeling from hyper-inflated food and fuel prices, whilst the rich thrived. The novel opens with our architect, Luke Vosey, witnessing something horrific over breakfast in a central city cantina.
Luke has fled his life in Europe and a woman known only as Catherine. He thinks he’s safe in Colombia and out of it, but that’s far from true. He meets a young journalist, Camilo and a draughtswoman called Felisa. Through them, he sees that more people are broken in Colombia than in Europe.
Events come to a head with the assassination of the leader of the liberal party on the streets of the capital. Following this, the people tear the city to shreds. That’s a real turning point for Bogotá, and for Luke. Things go full circle for him then. It’s a novel of redemption and learning to look back to move forwards – if he can.
So, have you actually had breakfast in Bogotá?
Many times. I’ve family in the city which has allowed for ample visits and free rein through the streets. It was on an early morning walkabout that I stumbled upon these mock-Tudor mansions – whole streets of them – that had no business being in the Andes. Who built these, I wondered? Those houses were a glimpse into a lost world. From there my obsession with the 1940s city began.
I’m listening, so why Unbound?
What, those word liberators?! Unbound are a forward-thinking publisher who know what they want. They’ re not afraid to hand over control to readers. It’s those crowdfunding who decide what gets published by pledging (more on that below). It’s a much more active way of publishing and I respect that.
What’s a pledge then?
It’s akin to a pre-order. You, the reader, decide how much to pledge (see options on the right) and for that you get your name in the supporters’ list inside the book, a copy of the book on publication day and an ebook edition. It makes me feel a bit smooshy inside, this idea that all these people have collectively said yes, they'll back me; they believe in my project. It’s very empowering, for readers and authors.
You had me at hello
To say yes yourself, click on one of the PLEDGE options on the right of this page. We’re looking at a spring/summer 2019 publication date for the novel. Your support covers the cost of editing, design, production, distribution and promotion – all the nuts and bolts of bringing a book to life. It'll be you who makes that happen. You could actually say you work in publishing…
Rocío was naked and Luke was not. For him, it felt the other way around. Why now, he thought, trying to stop his hands from shaking. He’d never had a problem undressing in front of a woman before.
‘I need a beginning, that’s all. A good place to start.’
‘Papi, please, let me,’ she said, rising from the crumpled bed and coming over.
She hadn’t bothered to make it, he thought, looking beyond her to where it lay abandoned. Perhaps he had woken her? Stumbling up the wooden steps, he’d felt an intruder on the morning. But she had opened the door before he’d even reached it.
Rocío came towards him and he avoided her stare, instead noticing the bead necklace that she’d worn on each of his visits, an amber glow about her throat. He was drawn to it, and from there, down to the roundness of her breasts. Full and heavy above a fleshy waist. She wasn’t young, but neither was he. At thirty nine he knew what to expect from such arrangements and this wasn’t his first visit to the modest looking house in the district of Las Cruces, or to Rocío. He flinched as she reached out to unbutton his shirt and peel back the material. How close she came. He registered the static bounce between his newly revealed body and hers.
‘Relax,’ she whispered.
5 books by Colombian authors who aren't Gabriel García Márquez
Wednesday, 19 December 2018
Think of Colombian literature and think of García Márquez, right? Well, he is pretty fantastic but what about the rest? This vast (five times the size of the UK), culturally diverse land has writers running the breadth of it – from the south and Bogotá to Cartegena and the north – here are five standout authors available in translation now.
- Fish Soup by Margarita García Robayo, translated by…
FREE postcards if you top up a pledge OR pledge for the first time in December
Thursday, 6 December 2018
Hello gorgeous pledge people!
I couldn't not share these stylish little postcards with my favourite people - designed exclusively for the crowdfunding campaign and using imagery taken from the book trailer, they're the perfect antidote to Christmas card-age/carnage.
Anyone pledging for the first time in December (tell a friend!) OR topping up an existing pledge will receive a set of the four…
How to make a book trailer – 5 Qs for the creative lead behind mine
Thursday, 8 November 2018
As a busy-bee graphic designer for a major UK book publisher, my pal, Anna did a fantastic job on the book trailer for Breakfast In Bogotá. I appreciate that not everyone has a designer to call on (cry down the phone to) so, I asked if she’d reveal a few tips for getting the most out of your own video project. Thank gilbert she agreed ...
HELEN You design book assets, this much is true, but what…
Day 11 campaign update - Breakfast In Bogotá
Tuesday, 6 November 2018
Hello dear crowdfunders,
I couldn't let another day pass without saying thank you. Thanks a million for getting involved. I respect that you threw your hat into the ring. It's pretty awesome that you did that.
Your pledge is going to cover the cost of some very important edits, a killer jacket design, type setting the manuscript (aka getting those words in order on the page), all other production…
These people are helping to fund Breakfast In Bogotá.