Is a sequel ever As Good? I’m not sure.
It’s confusing because often with sequels, you are keen and
excited and salivating for more plot. (Sometimes you’re not – in which case you
weren’t even aware there was a sequel and no one gets hurt). Tessa warned me
against any sequel to ‘Dune’ by Frank Herbert. She simply said, Don’t do it.
It’s not Good. Stay Away. Anything else written by him (or his sons) is not
worth it. And I’ve listened to her quite happily since… (that girl has no idea
the kind of control she has over me).
I’m glad no one told me to stay away from The Book of Not, the sequel to
Zimbabwean author Tsitsi Dangarembga’s first book Nervous Conditions. Which I have already written about here and which I
loved reading very much. When I found out there was in fact a sequel I became
really excited and my sister and her husband bought it for me online (fancy, no?)
for my birthday. Hooray.
It was so lovely to continue the tale that was already
pretty fresh in my memory. Naturally it remains a different story. Tambu,
the main character is a teenager now and not a child. Rhodesia is painfully and
violently turning into Zimbabwe as the beginnings of the civil war seep into
daily life. Most of the book takes place at her boarding school; she is one of
the six black students on a scholarship at one of the best girl’s convent
school in Zimbabwe and is doing her utmost best to prove herself as a
legitimate human being by succeeding academically. And her life continues to be
pretty shit.
It was a difficult read, not in terms of structure or
language or plot. There was something else that made it difficult, a bit messy
and all over the place. The book felt uncertain of itself in a vague, sort of
violent way, it looped and repeated and faded off into tangents in a
disarmingly tragic manner. Which is exactly it and exactly right, this unsettling
tone is completely appropriate for such content. Set in a country that is
changing messily and violently, about a girl uncertain of who or where she is
in an always-shifting but never-changing quandary.
It became increasingly painful to read of this young girl thrust into political and social fuck ups without being equipped or told where and
how to direct her anger and identity. There is not one adult or person
available to Tambu to help her out and help her grow, she is isolated
in a terrifying way. At least in Nervous
Conditions there was the incredible character Nyasha who for some reason
fades away in this sequel.
I think what made it most difficult was the ending, which
just like Nervous Conditions, had no
resolution or conclusion. And again you could argue that this is apt for the condition in Zimbabwe and almost every African country – very little sense of warmhearted endings. But the book
cut off mid-way as though the author suddenly felt like she couldn’t say anymore and
so didn’t. Apparently, she is working on a third novel to complete the series.
Either way, it was incredibly disheartening.
I may take a break and delve into a new Ursula Le Guin book
I recently purchased. My current feelings regarding this particular human race makes me long for stories set on an entirely different and imagined planet, please. I have
also been reading some collected essays of Chinua Achebe (which I’m almost finished with). He is incredible and totally brilliant.
Ok.