When British photographer Julian Rivers arrives in Lisbon in the winter of 1980, he is a man hollowed out by grief. Six months after losing his wife Catherine to cancer, he seeks nothing more than anonymity in a foreign city-a place to disappear into the narrow, cobbled streets of Alfama, where no one knows his name or his sorrow. But on his first morning in Portugal's ancient capital, Julian hears a voice drifting from an open window-a woman singing fado with such raw emotion that it breaks through the numbness that has encased his heart since Catherine's death.
For the first time in months, Julian weeps. And in that moment of unexpected catharsis, something begins to shift. The voice belongs to Clara Teixeira, a rising star in Lisbon's fado scene who carries her own devastating loss. Two years earlier, her husband António, a brilliant guitarist, was killed in a car accident, leaving Clara unable to sing for months afterward. Now, slowly rebuilding her life through her music, she performs at a traditional fado house in Alfama, transforming her grief into art that resonates with all who hear it.
As Julian becomes a regular at Clara's performances, drawn night after night to the raw authenticity of her voice, an unexpected connection forms between two people who understand the landscape of loss. Their tentative friendship deepens into something neither thought possible again-a love that doesn't erase the past but makes room for it, that honors what has been lost while embracing what might be found.
Set against the atmospheric backdrop of post-revolutionary Lisbon-a city itself in transition, caught between its imperial past and an uncertain democratic future-A Room Called Saudade is an intimate exploration of grief, healing, and the courage it takes to love again after devastating loss. Through Julian's photography and Clara's music, two art forms that capture and transform human experience, they discover that the heart is more resilient and capacious than either imagined.
This is a novel about saudade-that uniquely Portuguese emotion encompassing longing, nostalgia, and the presence of absence. It's about the rooms we carry within us, spaces defined by those we've loved and lost. But it's also about the new rooms we can build, the unexpected doors that open, and the profound act of choosing connection over isolation, hope over despair, life over the seductive safety of emotional numbness.
Rich with period detail of 1980s Lisbon, from the golden light illuminating ancient azulejo tiles to the smoky intimacy of fado houses, from the clatter of yellow trams on cobblestone streets to the evolving soundscape of a nation finding its post-dictatorship voice, this novel immerses readers in a city and a moment as transformative as the love story at its heart. A Room Called Saudade is ultimately a testament to the human capacity for renewal-a story that acknowledges the weight of grief while celebrating the possibility of joy, that understands loss as something we carry rather than something we leave behind, and that finds beauty in the complex, hard-won happiness that comes from choosing to begin again.
When British photographer Julian Rivers arrives in Lisbon in the winter of 1980, he is a man hollowed out by grief. Six months after losing his wife Catherine to cancer, he seeks nothing more than anonymity in a foreign city-a place to disappear into the narrow, cobbled streets of Alfama, where no one knows his name or his sorrow. But on his first morning in Portugal's ancient capital, Julian hears a voice drifting from an open window-a woman singing fado with such raw emotion that it breaks through the numbness that has encased his heart since Catherine's death.
For the first time in months, Julian weeps. And in that moment of unexpected catharsis, something begins to shift. The voice belongs to Clara Teixeira, a rising star in Lisbon's fado scene who carries her own devastating loss. Two years earlier, her husband António, a brilliant guitarist, was killed in a car accident, leaving Clara unable to sing for months afterward. Now, slowly rebuilding her life through her music, she performs at a traditional fado house in Alfama, transforming her grief into art that resonates with all who hear it.
As Julian becomes a regular at Clara's performances, drawn night after night to the raw authenticity of her voice, an unexpected connection forms between two people who understand the landscape of loss. Their tentative friendship deepens into something neither thought possible again-a love that doesn't erase the past but makes room for it, that honors what has been lost while embracing what might be found.
Set against the atmospheric backdrop of post-revolutionary Lisbon-a city itself in transition, caught between its imperial past and an uncertain democratic future-A Room Called Saudade is an intimate exploration of grief, healing, and the courage it takes to love again after devastating loss. Through Julian's photography and Clara's music, two art forms that capture and transform human experience, they discover that the heart is more resilient and capacious than either imagined.
This is a novel about saudade-that uniquely Portuguese emotion encompassing longing, nostalgia, and the presence of absence. It's about the rooms we carry within us, spaces defined by those we've loved and lost. But it's also about the new rooms we can build, the unexpected doors that open, and the profound act of choosing connection over isolation, hope over despair, life over the seductive safety of emotional numbness.
Rich with period detail of 1980s Lisbon, from the golden light illuminating ancient azulejo tiles to the smoky intimacy of fado houses, from the clatter of yellow trams on cobblestone streets to the evolving soundscape of a nation finding its post-dictatorship voice, this novel immerses readers in a city and a moment as transformative as the love story at its heart. A Room Called Saudade is ultimately a testament to the human capacity for renewal-a story that acknowledges the weight of grief while celebrating the possibility of joy, that understands loss as something we carry rather than something we leave behind, and that finds beauty in the complex, hard-won happiness that comes from choosing to begin again.