Loved it, this is my kind of popular summer read, it brought to mind the recent Alaskan classic I read and enjoyed immensely Two Old Women: An Alaskan Legend of Betrayal, Courage and Survival by Velma Wallis and another that I didn’t enjoy so much A Man Called Ove.
It’s a story of octogenarian women Hortensia and Marion who are neighbours in a suburb in Cape Town, South Africa. Marion is a white woman, born there, who has lived through political change, though not learned much from it, rather she has tried to keep as much distance as she possibly can from ever having to confront her deeply embedded, never dealt with ancestral shame.
Hortensia is a black woman, whose parents left Barbados for London, where she grew up and was educated, becoming a successful textile designer, and marrying an Englishman, with whom she moved to Nigeria and eventually (not sure why) to retire in South Africa.
Both women have had similarly successful professional lives, both run their own businesses, Marion as an architect, though the birth of her children brought her independence to an earlier close than Hortensia.
Now they are neighbours, on the same street committee and keep each other in check – they represent to the other things about themselves they would never admit, shame or hurt them, rather they take their bitterness out on each other, assuming the other wasn’t capable of understanding their perspective.
Here Marion contemplates her particular shame:
What Hortensia didn’t seem to understand was that sometimes we have to honour our ancestors and side with them. This meant we justified what was horrible and turned away from what needed scrutiny. This life of ignoring the obvious required a certain amount of stamina. The alternative to this was to set on a path to make rubbish of what had gone before us. This approach – of principles – activism and struggle – required stamina too. All the same, she’d chosen the other one.
While grumpy old Ove was just plain annoying and unpleasant to spend a whole book with, these two are actually good company, they have interesting back stories, that are drip fed throughout the narrative, they’re funny and although they are going to learn something when their lives inevitably come closer than they would have wished for, there’s not that sense of over the top, moral victory, I liked that while they overcome something by the end, they don’t change too much.
I picked this book up when it was long listed for the Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction 2017 and while it didn’t make the short list, it definitely made my list of authors to continue to watch out for and read.
Yewande Omotoso was also born in Barbados, grew up in Nigeria and moved to South Africa where she writes and runs her own architectural practice. This is her second novel. Her debut novel Bom Boy was shortlisted for the 2012 Sunday Times Fiction Prize.
Good to read your thoughts about this! I never read A Man Called Ove but think I’ll give it a miss now. 🙂 Omotoso’s novel is very funny and you’re right that she gets a good balance of the women changing, but they are basically still the same. I wished she’d written a bit more about their personal development and the issue of the claims to their land, but overall a good unique novel.
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Definitely another must read. Thanks Claire!
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I’ll give this one a try, though comparing it with the dreaded A Man Called Ove, albeit favourably, does it no favours in my eyes!
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Well, yes, agreed, I didn’t enjoy that one at all, but this shows it can be done in a more favourable manner, Ove didn’t warrant a review!
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They sound amazing, Claire. I have added this book to my list. Thank you for thia cheerful review. 🙂
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This sounds excellent, there aren’t enough old women in fiction.
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Love the sound of this – much better than grumpy Ove who I’ve no intention of reading at all!!
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This one’s been on my radar for a while – such an appealing premise. It’s rare that older women are portrayed in fiction, let alone done so well.
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I like the sound of the book and and having read and loved the Ferrante stories you put me onto initially I’ve certainly lost my alpha-male prejudice about stories of relationships and friendships between women. And anyway, when your review starts with such emphatic words as ‘Loved it!’ how could I not follow your advice on this book?!!!!
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Will definitely be picking this one up. I’ve heard so many great things about it.
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Thank you for this recommendation. It turns out that the audio book version has two narrators, one for each woman, and they both sound wonderful. Thanks for link to the Bailey’s prize. I wasn’t aware of it but I like what was on the long list.
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Wow, that sounds great, I admit I’ve never listened to an audio version of a book, but if I did for this one, I’d definitely want to be hearing multiple voices.
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Great to learn about this one. I haven’t heard of the author or this title before but I am especially intrigued since she was born in the Caribbean. That’s reason enough for me to want to know more 🙂
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I love literature written by women with Caribbean origins and connections, many of my all time favourites have that in common.
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Nice! Have you read Jamaica Kincaid?
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Oh yes, love her work, check out my review for the autobiography of my mother, it was my outstanding read of the year maybe 3 years ago. Stunning, I have one of hers on the shelf, the most recent one, didn’t get good reviews, but I’ll read anything she writes.
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