And I found my answer in the staccato guitar strums, castanet clicks and heel stomping of flamenco, the signature art form of the Andalusian gypsies. I was dying to know whether there is any truth to the country’s reputation for hyperintensity. Yet I felt inexplicably drawn to Spain to the images of bullfights, duels and late-night serenades on cobbled streets that it conjures for me.
Not that I needed any-the book was already packed with Greek rituals, Balkan witchcraft, and a love triangle between a Bulgarian heroine and two Irish brothers. I was three years into writing my first novel, “Wildalone,” and had come to Spain on a whim, in search of inspiration and new exotic subplots.
Neither a Catholic nor a Muslim myself, I had added this stop to my itinerary as an afterthought. Then, in 1236, it was converted into a church during the Catholic conquest. Wildalone In this enchanting and darkly imaginative debut novel full of myth, magic, romance, and mystery, a Princeton freshman is drawn into a love. Built 12 centuries ago, during the Moorish period, on the site of an even earlier basilica, Córdoba’s Grand Mosque was among the most splendid in the Islamic world. But it was in Andalusia, in the heart of southern Spain, that I discovered one of the most curious: the Mosque-Cathedral of Córdoba. AS A TRAVELER, I’ve seen my share of curiosities around the globe. Wildalone by Krassi Zourkova, 2015, HarperCollins Publishers edition, in English.
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