Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

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Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

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But it's not a gilded, ex-pat life: her parents lose their farm in forced land distribution, after which they are itinerant farm managers, who move where the work is, often to disease-ridden and war-torn areas. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. Nothing about it makes sense, except in a magical way, and her eyes are opened by that incomprehension to see the world with the stalled, wise gaze of an eight-year-old girl.

Afterwards, "Mum and Dad's joyful careless embrace of life is sucked away, like water swirling down a drain. I don’t enjoy immersing myself amid characters that are depressed, lost, or unmoored, so there were a couple of points where I might have abandoned the book had it not been for the funny, personable dialogue of the children trying to make sense of their conditions and the emotions of the adults. She relates all this, however uncomfortable, without judgment or criticism, and I like the fact that the reader is left to draw their own conclusions.

Unflinching, beautifully written, and, at times, extremely funny, Alexandra Fuller's book is one of the most honest memoirs of a childhood to be found in contemporary writing.

And she instilled in Bobo, particularly, a love of reading and of storytelling that proved to be her salvation. I picked up this book several years ago with the hope that it might help me make sense of my own relationship to Africa – the strong but confusing bonds that arise from childhood immersion and are easily discounted among adults but can never quite be brushed aside. When I left Africa, I left the book behind for someone else to read (reading material is in short supply for PCV's) and didn't mind a lick that I hadn't finished it. Truly, this memoir has it all, a family on the wrong side of history, a mothers mental health issues, constant loss, death, relocating, and a vivid picture of the land. I might have liked it better before going to Africa, before seeing first-hand what various colonizing governments did to people, but maybe not.Fuller weaves together painful family tragedy with a wider understanding of the ambivalence of being part of a separatist white farming community in the midst of Black African independence. When they arrived back at Dublin Airport, my aunt mistook her aunt for their new houseboy, and wordlessly handed over her suitcase. It’s also a love letter to the land, using words far more poignant and evocative than those that Margaret Mitchell puts in Scarlett O’Hara’s mouth. A mother who is heartbroken from a loss of a child, who drinks to forget, who fights tooth and nail for her family.

It is told in a chatty and slightly childish and rambling style (she is a child for most of the book), mostly in the present tense. As a kid, you have no idea your parents are racist, so it can be uncomfortable to read of this families ideas of blacks, but also deeply informing.NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER - A worthy heir to Isak Dinesen and Beryl Markham, Alexandra Fuller shares visceral memories of her childhood in Africa, and of her headstrong, unforgettable mother. In wry and sometimes hilarious prose, she stares down disaster and looks back with rage and love at the life of an extraordinary family in an extraordinary time. Life on this planet is never without dangers; some people are just more lucky than others to live a life where they have few fears.

I would have never have dreamed of reading a book about Africa; the country just never appealed to me. Her voice, tone, and pacing supported the writing perfectly, I kept imagining it was the author herself speaking to me, and I was readily immersed in the dreaminess of the landscape, and the realness of the stories. After the central tragedy of the book, Fuller’s mother goes from being a “fun drunk to a crazy sad drunk”, and Fuller feels responsible for that too. Her mother dances after a bath and the towel slips to expose “blood smeared” thighs; her own belly is distended by worms. Fuller weaves her story back and forth between an intimate portrait of her family and the violence surrounding them.I read an article by a book reviewer a little while ago in which they talked about how sick they were of "growing up in fill-in-the-blank" books and wished people would be more original. Usually when I choose to re-read a book I feel like I'm wasting time that could be devoted to reading a new book. I DID enjoy some parts of the story, I thought her family were colourful and although it was a bit dark at times, humorous too. Alexandra's mother was an alcoholic, and in time she lost her mind slowly as she lost one child after another. Her 2004 Scribbling the Cat: Travels with an African Soldier (Penguin Press) won the Ulysses Prize for Art of Reportage.

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