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Just wow. The prose—the characters—the themes—the setting—all, shining.
It reminded me of The Chosen with the contrasting of two fathers and their sons (a favorite trope, if it can be called that, of mine). The writing style reminded me a little of Ursula K. Le Guin's. And in some ways it reminded me of Gilead too.
It's especially meaningful because I've been to South Africa, if only for the tiniest bit of time. And of course the themes are universal and feel deeply relevant to our race-torn society.
Just—the way not everything works out and the really hard, ugly stuff that happens and yet there is a eucatastrophic (word?) abundance of grace and healing and hope (Like no mercy—I expected there to be mercy, and there was, but not in the way I expected. I think a lesser author would have given Absalom mercy—or would have left Kumalo to resign himself to the unfairness and despair at the end. Paton does neither.).
—It suited the white man to break the tribe, he continued gravely. But it has not suited him to build something in the place of what is broken. … They are not all so. There are some white men who give their lives to build up what is broken.
—But they are not enough, he said. They are afraid, that is truth. It is fear that rules this land.
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—Brother, I am recovered.
Msimangu’s face lights up, but he talks humbly, there is no pride or false restraint.
—I have tried every way to touch you, he says, but I could not come near. So give thanks and be satisfied.
It reminded me of The Chosen with the contrasting of two fathers and their sons (a favorite trope, if it can be called that, of mine). The writing style reminded me a little of Ursula K. Le Guin's. And in some ways it reminded me of Gilead too.
It's especially meaningful because I've been to South Africa, if only for the tiniest bit of time. And of course the themes are universal and feel deeply relevant to our race-torn society.
Just—the way not everything works out and the really hard, ugly stuff that happens and yet there is a eucatastrophic (word?) abundance of grace and healing and hope (Like no mercy—I expected there to be mercy, and there was, but not in the way I expected. I think a lesser author would have given Absalom mercy—or would have left Kumalo to resign himself to the unfairness and despair at the end. Paton does neither.).
—It suited the white man to break the tribe, he continued gravely. But it has not suited him to build something in the place of what is broken. … They are not all so. There are some white men who give their lives to build up what is broken.
—But they are not enough, he said. They are afraid, that is truth. It is fear that rules this land.
*
—Brother, I am recovered.
Msimangu’s face lights up, but he talks humbly, there is no pride or false restraint.
—I have tried every way to touch you, he says, but I could not come near. So give thanks and be satisfied.