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Though not published until early in 1948 (and the events leading to its submission for publication, which the author describes in the Author's Note at the beginning, were rather unusual) Cry the Beloved Country was written in late 1946, and is set in the author's present. It's fair to say that it's generally recognized as one of the greatest masterpieces of world literature produced in the 20th century, or indeed any century, and hands down the greatest novel ever written (to date) by a South African writer. (Ironically, it was first published in the U.S., and probably wouldn't have found a publisher in South Africa at the time.) I've regarded it as a must-read for decades. Now that I've at last read it, I greatly regret (as I so often do, with too many books) that I didn't do so much sooner!
The backdrop and central concern of the novel, of course, is race relations in the “beloved country.” Having been granted independence from British rule in 1931, though still part of the Commonwealth and recognizing the king of England as its king, South Africa was (and still is) a nation with a population overwhelmingly black (about 80%), but a nation at that time dominated politically and economically by the descendants of British and Dutch (Afrikaners) colonial settlers. While the fully-developed legal system of racial segregation, or apartheid, would not be officially enacted in all of its particulars until 1948 (soon after this book was published), key components of it were already in place, and the rest of it already enforced by custom. With less than 20% of the population, whites claimed ownership of 90% of the land, owned all of the mines and industries, and completely controlled the government, since blacks were disenfranchised by law. While living standards and incomes for the white community were generally comparable to those of “developed” countries, the black community lived almost entirely in Third World poverty, and was systematically kept in that state to create a permanent pool of cheap labor for white employers. Education was segregated, and provided only inadequately for blacks. Whites and blacks virtually never interacted on any footing of equality, and virtually never had cross-racial or cross-cultural friendships. In that environment, few people of either race thought of the other as individual fellow humans; rather, they were just an undifferentiated mass of alien and possibly hostile Other. Blacks generally resented white exploitation (with good reason); whites generally feared blacks as a potential threat to their own lifestyles, and were tempted to subscribe to theories of black racial inferiority as justification for keeping them subservient.
Paton doesn't start his novel out with a description of this state of affairs (although, in his very short first chapter, he does set the stage by a physical description of his rural setting, with its terrain greatly damaged by human abuse of it, and not able to support its people), because it's something every South African reader would have been viscerally aware of to begin with. So, as his readers would, he just presupposes it, and goes from there. When our story really gets going, in chapter 2, we meet our protagonist, Rev. Stephen Kumalo. He's the priest of the small black Anglican church in the village of Ndotsheni, in Natal (which is, as I understand it from the geographical clues in the book –I don't know a lot about South Africa's internal geography-- in the southwestern, historically British-dominated, part of the country), a 60-year-old man living quietly with his wife on a scanty income. Like many of their fellow Zulus, Stephen's brother-in-law (husband of his sister Gertrude, 25 years younger than Stephen) has been gone a long time. He moved to the great city of Johannesburg (pop. ca. 700,000 at that time) looking for work in the mines, and hasn't been heard from for quite a while. Gertrude finally went to Johannesburg to look for him, and also went silent; Stephen's only child, a young man named Absalom, followed in his turn, looking for her, and he's no longer writing home either. But now, a letter written by a fellow black clergyman has arrived from Johannesburg, informing him that Gertrude is “very sick” and that he needs to come. That journey will be a fateful and pivotal one, marked by tragedy --but also by unexpected light that can shine in darkness. It will bring him together with both familiar faces –including his younger brother John, a fairly prosperous Johannesburg carpenter and influential orator in black political circles, long estranged from both Stephen and the church-- and with entirely new acquaintances, most surprisingly a Ndotsheni neighbor, well-to-do white farmer James Jarvis. These two would normally never have spoken to each other; but fate sometimes has strange twists....
This novel is a cri de coeur for fundamental justice and decency in relations between human beings, delivered with powerful force and clarity. But while I won't say it has no passages of straightforward exposition (well integrated into the text), it derives its force and clarity from the way its message is embedded in an actual involving and emotionally compelling story about characters who become as real as any you meet in your everyday life. And it's a message which recognizes that justice and decency have to flow from love, which means they'll never be achieved by hate and never fostered by fear. The author's vision for the country he loves isn't one that demonizes whites, but one that calls on British-descended whites like Paton himself, Afrikaners (and those two groups, though both white, didn't especially like or trust each other, either) and blacks of all tribes to come together in harmony to build a society that works for everybody. That particular note of inclusion and reconciliation comes from the grounding of this vision in Christian belief. Stephen's faith (and that of other characters, of both races) isn't coincidental to the story; it mirrors and expresses the author's own, and this is a profoundly Christian novel, not just from having some clerical characters, but from depicting lived Christianity in its warp and woof, and inculcating a Christian message as its central reason for being written.
Stylistically, the most notable characteristic here is that Paton doesn't use quotation marks. However, when a character's speech is reproduced, he clearly indicates that a character is speaking, and who it is; and in dialogue, speeches by different characters are on different lines, and set off by a dash. As a rule, I don't care for fictional prose that affects a departure from normal grammatical rules, and normally wouldn't read it. But here I was motivated enough to give the text a chance, and quickly discovered that, at least in this instance, the author didn't sacrifice clarity on the altar of quirkiness; I never had a problem identifying who was speaking. His diction is highly readable, often beautiful and lyrical. He knew black culture, both urban and tribal, and black speech patterns, well enough to bring them to vivid life (okay, I don't have any first-hand knowledge myself; but I can recognize the ring of authenticity when I read it!), and had a good eye for his country's varied landscapes and cityscapes. Though himself white, he writes black characters very realistically, believably getting inside Stephen's head in particular (Stephen and Jarvis will be our two viewpoint character here, and we get much more of the former's viewpoint than the latter's). There's also a lot of serious social insight here that goes beyond the obvious, such as the recognition of the problematic effects of the destruction of traditional tribal community by the white government and white-run economy (which created an anomie and rootlessness in the black community), and of the role of farmland destruction, through overgrazing and practices that maximized soil erosion, in exacerbating rural poverty.
Alan Paton (1903-1988) is described by Wikipedia as a “strong Christian," whose “faith was one of the reasons he was so strongly opposed to apartheid.” At the time he wrote this book, he was principal of a reformatory for youthful black offenders (and very successful in effecting rehabilitation of those in his care); and yes, that experience is relevant to this novel.
Despite the changes in South Africa since 1994, many of the problems and challenges depicted here still remain; and the author's call for racial harmony and cooperation remains as necessary –and too often as elusive-- as it was in 1946. And even though it's delivered in the context of a particular setting, his moral, spiritual and social messages are universal, relevant wherever injustice and fear of the Other is rife; which is to say, always and everywhere. There aren't very many novels that I would actually recommend to all readers. This is one of them.
The backdrop and central concern of the novel, of course, is race relations in the “beloved country.” Having been granted independence from British rule in 1931, though still part of the Commonwealth and recognizing the king of England as its king, South Africa was (and still is) a nation with a population overwhelmingly black (about 80%), but a nation at that time dominated politically and economically by the descendants of British and Dutch (Afrikaners) colonial settlers. While the fully-developed legal system of racial segregation, or apartheid, would not be officially enacted in all of its particulars until 1948 (soon after this book was published), key components of it were already in place, and the rest of it already enforced by custom. With less than 20% of the population, whites claimed ownership of 90% of the land, owned all of the mines and industries, and completely controlled the government, since blacks were disenfranchised by law. While living standards and incomes for the white community were generally comparable to those of “developed” countries, the black community lived almost entirely in Third World poverty, and was systematically kept in that state to create a permanent pool of cheap labor for white employers. Education was segregated, and provided only inadequately for blacks. Whites and blacks virtually never interacted on any footing of equality, and virtually never had cross-racial or cross-cultural friendships. In that environment, few people of either race thought of the other as individual fellow humans; rather, they were just an undifferentiated mass of alien and possibly hostile Other. Blacks generally resented white exploitation (with good reason); whites generally feared blacks as a potential threat to their own lifestyles, and were tempted to subscribe to theories of black racial inferiority as justification for keeping them subservient.
Paton doesn't start his novel out with a description of this state of affairs (although, in his very short first chapter, he does set the stage by a physical description of his rural setting, with its terrain greatly damaged by human abuse of it, and not able to support its people), because it's something every South African reader would have been viscerally aware of to begin with. So, as his readers would, he just presupposes it, and goes from there. When our story really gets going, in chapter 2, we meet our protagonist, Rev. Stephen Kumalo. He's the priest of the small black Anglican church in the village of Ndotsheni, in Natal (which is, as I understand it from the geographical clues in the book –I don't know a lot about South Africa's internal geography-- in the southwestern, historically British-dominated, part of the country), a 60-year-old man living quietly with his wife on a scanty income. Like many of their fellow Zulus, Stephen's brother-in-law (husband of his sister Gertrude, 25 years younger than Stephen) has been gone a long time. He moved to the great city of Johannesburg (pop. ca. 700,000 at that time) looking for work in the mines, and hasn't been heard from for quite a while. Gertrude finally went to Johannesburg to look for him, and also went silent; Stephen's only child, a young man named Absalom, followed in his turn, looking for her, and he's no longer writing home either. But now, a letter written by a fellow black clergyman has arrived from Johannesburg, informing him that Gertrude is “very sick” and that he needs to come. That journey will be a fateful and pivotal one, marked by tragedy --but also by unexpected light that can shine in darkness. It will bring him together with both familiar faces –including his younger brother John, a fairly prosperous Johannesburg carpenter and influential orator in black political circles, long estranged from both Stephen and the church-- and with entirely new acquaintances, most surprisingly a Ndotsheni neighbor, well-to-do white farmer James Jarvis. These two would normally never have spoken to each other; but fate sometimes has strange twists....
This novel is a cri de coeur for fundamental justice and decency in relations between human beings, delivered with powerful force and clarity. But while I won't say it has no passages of straightforward exposition (well integrated into the text), it derives its force and clarity from the way its message is embedded in an actual involving and emotionally compelling story about characters who become as real as any you meet in your everyday life. And it's a message which recognizes that justice and decency have to flow from love, which means they'll never be achieved by hate and never fostered by fear. The author's vision for the country he loves isn't one that demonizes whites, but one that calls on British-descended whites like Paton himself, Afrikaners (and those two groups, though both white, didn't especially like or trust each other, either) and blacks of all tribes to come together in harmony to build a society that works for everybody. That particular note of inclusion and reconciliation comes from the grounding of this vision in Christian belief. Stephen's faith (and that of other characters, of both races) isn't coincidental to the story; it mirrors and expresses the author's own, and this is a profoundly Christian novel, not just from having some clerical characters, but from depicting lived Christianity in its warp and woof, and inculcating a Christian message as its central reason for being written.
Stylistically, the most notable characteristic here is that Paton doesn't use quotation marks. However, when a character's speech is reproduced, he clearly indicates that a character is speaking, and who it is; and in dialogue, speeches by different characters are on different lines, and set off by a dash. As a rule, I don't care for fictional prose that affects a departure from normal grammatical rules, and normally wouldn't read it. But here I was motivated enough to give the text a chance, and quickly discovered that, at least in this instance, the author didn't sacrifice clarity on the altar of quirkiness; I never had a problem identifying who was speaking. His diction is highly readable, often beautiful and lyrical. He knew black culture, both urban and tribal, and black speech patterns, well enough to bring them to vivid life (okay, I don't have any first-hand knowledge myself; but I can recognize the ring of authenticity when I read it!), and had a good eye for his country's varied landscapes and cityscapes. Though himself white, he writes black characters very realistically, believably getting inside Stephen's head in particular (Stephen and Jarvis will be our two viewpoint character here, and we get much more of the former's viewpoint than the latter's). There's also a lot of serious social insight here that goes beyond the obvious, such as the recognition of the problematic effects of the destruction of traditional tribal community by the white government and white-run economy (which created an anomie and rootlessness in the black community), and of the role of farmland destruction, through overgrazing and practices that maximized soil erosion, in exacerbating rural poverty.
Alan Paton (1903-1988) is described by Wikipedia as a “strong Christian," whose “faith was one of the reasons he was so strongly opposed to apartheid.” At the time he wrote this book, he was principal of a reformatory for youthful black offenders (and very successful in effecting rehabilitation of those in his care); and yes, that experience is relevant to this novel.
Despite the changes in South Africa since 1994, many of the problems and challenges depicted here still remain; and the author's call for racial harmony and cooperation remains as necessary –and too often as elusive-- as it was in 1946. And even though it's delivered in the context of a particular setting, his moral, spiritual and social messages are universal, relevant wherever injustice and fear of the Other is rife; which is to say, always and everywhere. There aren't very many novels that I would actually recommend to all readers. This is one of them.