"Once upon a time, there was a prostitute named Maria." And so
begins Eleven Minutes, a novel by Paulo Coelho, author of the
international bestseller The Alchemist.
Eleven Minutes follows Maria's search for love, for sex, for
meaning, and ultimately, for herself. What starts out as an escape
from small town life and her early brushes with love becomes a dark
journey into prostitution. When Maria has all but given up on the
idea of love she meets a painter who forces her to question all she
holds to be true about life, love and sex, and to face the
possibility that there is sacredness to be found within them.
Coelho writes his women characters with such depth and empathy
that, if one were inclined to believe in such things, it would be
easy to imagine that he was a woman in a previous life; an idea
that I think the author would accept with a knowing smile. But I
digress. The novel is erotic without being trashy, spiritual
without being preachy and pure in its language and intent.
Eleven Minutes is a novel that speaks to the most primal places
within us. Like The Alchemist, it is full of literary gems that are
simple yet profound, like this one, which sums up the book better
than I ever could:
"At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale
and the other in the abyss."