I read this book a few years ago when I was still in Lesotho. Haunting, beautiful, inspirational.Thought I will share the impression it made on me, here....
When I began reading it, I was cautioned that this was a White man’s version of contemporary Zimbabwe. Even if I assume that it did suffer from that implied infirmity of bias and discount for it, the narrative is moving, heartbreaking and compelling. It rings with credibility. It is a tale of twin and parallel furrows of despair and love, of hopelessness and courage, cruelty and generosity. And yet, this is no outpouring of bitterness alone; just beneath the surface hope for humanity is visible, swimming serenely, waiting for its time to rise.....
This is a true tale of the family of ex-policeman Peter Godwin as it negotiates an increasingly bleak and even cruel landscape rolled out by Mugabe in the country of its adoption. It is a human story that makes the contours of political and economic life in contemporary Zimbabwe rise in relief so that we see a vivid picture at our arm's length.
Zimbabwe: the horrors of land-distribution, the sheer anarchy, the dark despotic shadow over millions of lives and the de-humanizing of a generation or more are a – for want of a better word – madness that has afflicted it, like the disease of a moment of passion. Only this moment appears to live itself again and again, in a terrifying loop. One aging man appears to have put Zimbabwe into an unstoppable tail-spin that can have but one ending that could defy every styptic effort. Or so one fears.
Reading it, I once again marvelled at the miracle of neighbouring South Africa and silently thanked Him for Nelson Mandela. In the post-apartheid decade, this country too could have careened onto the vengeful path. It too could have unleashed the pent up fount of vitriol and, in the name of ‘righting the historic wrongs’ destroyed a beautiful country. Even today, the fears of a Zimbabwe-like slide have not entirely stopped hemorrhaging; we can hope though that with the horrendous example of Zimbabwe to learn from and with the passage of each year, that ominous specter will fade beyond retrieval.
It also brings the question of 'how far back in history can we go to claim ownership of truth, facts....or assets and land'? Can the way to move forward in human affairs ever be to navigate through the dark alleys of the the past first?
The book is lovingly crafted, each sentence a surprising necklace, studded with imagery that shines and shines in its own lambent brilliance. For me, a truly inspirational work!
Sunday Times blurb on the cover got is exactly right, “A moving meditation.....”
When I began reading it, I was cautioned that this was a White man’s version of contemporary Zimbabwe. Even if I assume that it did suffer from that implied infirmity of bias and discount for it, the narrative is moving, heartbreaking and compelling. It rings with credibility. It is a tale of twin and parallel furrows of despair and love, of hopelessness and courage, cruelty and generosity. And yet, this is no outpouring of bitterness alone; just beneath the surface hope for humanity is visible, swimming serenely, waiting for its time to rise.....
This is a true tale of the family of ex-policeman Peter Godwin as it negotiates an increasingly bleak and even cruel landscape rolled out by Mugabe in the country of its adoption. It is a human story that makes the contours of political and economic life in contemporary Zimbabwe rise in relief so that we see a vivid picture at our arm's length.
Zimbabwe: the horrors of land-distribution, the sheer anarchy, the dark despotic shadow over millions of lives and the de-humanizing of a generation or more are a – for want of a better word – madness that has afflicted it, like the disease of a moment of passion. Only this moment appears to live itself again and again, in a terrifying loop. One aging man appears to have put Zimbabwe into an unstoppable tail-spin that can have but one ending that could defy every styptic effort. Or so one fears.
Reading it, I once again marvelled at the miracle of neighbouring South Africa and silently thanked Him for Nelson Mandela. In the post-apartheid decade, this country too could have careened onto the vengeful path. It too could have unleashed the pent up fount of vitriol and, in the name of ‘righting the historic wrongs’ destroyed a beautiful country. Even today, the fears of a Zimbabwe-like slide have not entirely stopped hemorrhaging; we can hope though that with the horrendous example of Zimbabwe to learn from and with the passage of each year, that ominous specter will fade beyond retrieval.
It also brings the question of 'how far back in history can we go to claim ownership of truth, facts....or assets and land'? Can the way to move forward in human affairs ever be to navigate through the dark alleys of the the past first?
The book is lovingly crafted, each sentence a surprising necklace, studded with imagery that shines and shines in its own lambent brilliance. For me, a truly inspirational work!
Sunday Times blurb on the cover got is exactly right, “A moving meditation.....”
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