Dinner and Acknowledgments
Glenn,
who picked our previous two books set in Africa, served us
Ethiopian food (Dark Star Safari) and Vietnamese food (Heart of
Darkness). Last Tuesday, Larry aimed for a different kind of authenticity. He eschewed our novel's
references to French food, Indian curry, and American fast food, and instead
opted for the native food disdained by Naipaul's fastidious narrator.
Yes, Larry served us insects. BUGS!! Accompanied by a delicious Ethiopian
chicken paired with skewers of beef, couscous, and rice, Larry used
high-protein cricket flour for his appetizers and dessert. Although
FDA-approved, his main ingredient was nevertheless milled crickets. Larry,
thanks for the reminder that we are only a few notches up the food chain from
what we eat.
We must also acknowledge George's presence at our dinner. He drove down from Reno expecting our hospitality and instead ended up in a hotel room. Next time, George, don't be so coy in your emails. Ask for a place to stay! Or, even better, drive down with John and shack up in the Bambi.
Our Review and Discussion of A Bend in the River by V.S. Naipaul
Its author a noted fixture of post-war British fiction and purveyor of post-colonial anxiety, A
Bend In the River's narrative about a recently-independent African country
showcased a well-crafted story (Doug), a fascinating geographic setting (Tom),
and memorable images of people and places (Terry). Those were the
positive comments. For most of us, though, Naipaul's writing served up a
series of interesting vignettes punctuated by lengthy introspection. Too
lengthy, for some (Dan).
Set in
the 1960's, Naipaul's protagonist, Salim, moves from his family's home on the
coast inland to the "town at the bend in the river" where he sets
himself up as a local merchant. The town, and its country, go unnamed but
the details in the story and the timing of Naipaul's writing suggest the setting
is Zaire (formerly, and once again, the Congo) during the rule of dictator
Mobutu Sese Seko. Salim, a descendant of Indian settlers and therefore a
perpetual outsider, bears witness to the upheaval caused by the Big Man's
consolidation of power in the face of tribal unrest and a
persistent colonial influence. He observes--with irony and
detachment--the African "culture" overlaid on European-funded aid
projects, the Big Man's increasing cult of personality, and the shifting
allegiances within the local population, including among his friends.
Naipaul's
novel has all the earmarks of a Great Novel: family and politics, race and assimilation, money and violence, plus lots of literary
acclaim. And yet, as a group, we mustered more respect than affection for
Naipaul's storytelling. We enjoyed the history lesson (Dean), compared it
to our own experiences in Africa (Stan, Paul, Tom), and yet still found it
wanting. Paul's headline review (schizophrenia, annoyance, misogyny,
conflict) was almost as damning as Dan's refusal to read beyond the halfway
point. In the end, our patience was tried more by Naipaul's style (a colonial languor seems to infect his writing) than his substance. Too
bad, because a good story definitely lurks within the book's four long
chapters.
Our
Rating of A Bend in the River
Despite all the kvetching, when it came time to rate Naipaul, we gave him the
benefit of the doubt with a very decent 6.5. Notably, our ratings were all within a 5-8 range, which indicates a closer consensus than our comments
suggested when we sat down for dinner. Larry, thanks for pushing us to
read a title we had previously rejected but clearly found of interest last Tuesday.
Next
Up: American Prison by Shane Bauer
Stan could not have
argued for a more eclectic set of titles. He gave us three options:
1) The Old Man and the Sea paired with Animal Farm, which
we rejected as two titles with nothing in common except their length; 2) The
Swerve (Greenblatt's prizewinning historiography), which Doug warned us
would be slow going and some suspected might be just another Sapiens
(you know, the Convenient-Theory-That-Explains-It-All kind of book); and 3) American
Prison, whose author infiltrated a for-profit prison and then wrote about
it in Mother Jones. We picked the last option and will steel
ourselves for the polemic we know is coming (this did appear in Mother Jones,
after all).
