THE FORTUNE MEN

A Somali immigrant in 1950s Wales is wrongly accused of a coldblooded murder.

Mohamed’s third novel is based on the real-life case of Mahmood Mattan, who, in 1952, was executed for the murder of a Jewish shop owner in Cardiff, here called Violet Volacki. The miscarriage of justice, as Mohamed portrays it, is rooted in the racism and religious bigotry that hounded Black Muslim immigrants from British Somaliland (part of what’s now Somaliland). In the early going, the novel alternates between scenes of Violet's family and Mahmood (rightly nicknamed Moody) and his precarious existence. Frozen out of most jobs because of his race, he waits for opportunities to work as a sailor, spending his scarce funds at bars or the greyhound track, intermittently connecting with his estranged wife, Laura, and their children. Mahmood is questioned after the murder but dismisses its seriousness as just another example of British prejudice: “No end to the lies they tell to make a black man’s life hard.” But as suspicion leads to an arrest and then a court trial, his understandable defiance becomes a liability in a British legal system eager to convict. Mohamed’s depiction of Violet and her family is less full than her picture of Mahmood, and the alternating structure feels somewhat like an unfinished attempt to parallel the two as religious outcasts. But Mahmood is admirably full in himself: angry (sometimes violently so) but committed to his faith and sense of fairness in spite of his recognition that his Blackness was something “he was mad to think he could ever outrun.” Mahmood’s fate is never much in doubt (an epilogue brings the story up to date) but it’s an engrossing and tense story all the same. From Mahmood’s interior monologue to court transcripts to his conversations with Laura, the senses of loss and cruelty are palpable.

An intimate personal portrait with a broader message on the mistreatment of migrants.