I really enjoyed this memoir in novel form. I loved the author's wit and sense of place. I was amazed at the small details of their everyday life, growing up in South Africa as first generation immigrants during the Apartheid years. It was a tumultuous time for everyone, especially for the two young girls and their adjustment to a new country. It was a sad and funny tale. The author constantly left me smiling, although her memories brought so much sadness in reliving those times. Most of their later experiences as students, and being involved in the struggle movement, was informative.
In the afterword, the author stated: "The human species, Dinah sometimes thinks, is stark staring mad. People have no sooner got themselves born than they start to imagine the gods want them to flatten their heads, or perforate their genitals, or arrange themselves into hierarchies based on the colour of their skins. The gods require them to avoid eating hoofs, or to walk backwards in certain sacred presences, or to hang up cats in clay pots and light fires underneath them. The gods like them to slaughter birds and make incisions in their own skulls. The gods have put the banana on this earth so that the human species can apprehend that fruit as a miraculous revelation of the Holy Trinity. It has to do with their singular ability to think and dream in symbols. This is what makes the species so vicious. It’s also what makes them great poets."
I think it sums up her experiences very well. The reason why I don't rate it 5 stars, is because it was a slow burner. Too slow for a novel, at least.There were some congesture, comparing apples with papayas, to support an ideological stand, that demonstrated an feeling/ idea, rather than reality, but that's happening all the time, so it's totally okay.
Nevertheless, her story is beautiful and worth a read. I love the cover design. All her books have this unique, eye-catching covers and I plan to read a few more, for sure.