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Tsitsi Dangarembga, This mournable body (#BookReview)

February 27, 2021

Zimbabwean author Tsitsi Dangarembga’s This mournable body was my reading group’s February book. Shortlisted for the Booker Prize, it is Dangarembga’s third novel, and is a sequel to Nervous conditions (1988) and The book of not (2006), neither of which I’ve read. These novels are written in English, the language of Dangarembga’s schooling, though she also speaks Shona.

It is a remarkable book, for its subject matter, vivid writing and the complexity of its protagonist, Tambu (Tambudzai). Wikipedia’s article on Nervous conditions describes Tambu’s character, saying “her desire for an education and to improve herself seem strong enough to overcome just about anything. She is very hard on herself, and always strives to do her best and make the correct decisions”. This perfectly describes the character I met in This mournable body, except that by now Tambu is around 40 years old and disappointed that life has not worked out as she had hoped. Indeed, she is out of work and living in a boarding house, eking out her savings from her previous copy-writing job in order to survive. A sense of failure and an air of desperation surrounds her.

Interestingly, Dangarembga chose a second person voice to tell Tambu’s story. There are various reasons for choosing this voice. Madeleine Dickie chose it for her novel Red can origami (my review) to involve if not implicate the reader in the world she was describing. I don’t know why Dangarembga chose it, but my guess is to convey Tambu’s apparent dissociation from her self. Second person avoids both the objective insight that an omniscient third person voice can provide and the confessional immersion in a life that first person offers. Tambu is struggling; she is caught between her Western-education with its Western-style aspirations and her Zimbabwean family and culture. We see her pain, but second person keeps her and us a little remote from it, as if she and we are watching it, not fully comprehending what is happening.

The novel is set in troubled late 1990s Harare, on the cusp of the millennium. It has a three-part structure – Ebbing, Suspended, and Arriving – which chronicles the trajectory of this period in Tambu’s life. In Ebbing, we see Tambu’s hopes for a successful, secure life, ebb:

Fear, your recurrent dread that you have not made enough progress toward security and a decent living, prickles like pins and needles at the mention of “village.” You have dodged this fear for too long—all your conscious life.

We also learn some of the reasons for the state she’s in, despite having been plucked from her village by her uncle and given a good “white” education. These reasons include the fact that although having gained Independence, Zimbabwe remains a racist place where black Zimbabweans still suffer under the colonialism they “thought” they’d thrown off. Tambu had had a good job as a copywriter in an advertising agency:

you have no one but yourself to blame for leaving your copywriting position. You should have endured the white men who put their names to your taglines and rhyming couplets. You spend much time regretting digging your own grave over a matter of mere principle.

Late in Ebbing, Tambu manages to obtain a decent job as a teacher, but it doesn’t last long, largely because her insecurity – her jealousies and fears – result in her self-destructing.

Suspended starts with her having been suspended from this job and admitted to a psychiatric hospital where her life is effectively “suspended” as she struggles to regain her mental health and equanimity. This she does, with the help of her family, including cousin Nyasha who takes her in. Incomprehensibly to Western-focused Tambu, Nyasha had returned, with her German husband and two children, from an apparently successful life in Europe, to work for the community, and specifically to improve things for Zimbabwean youth.

In the final part, Arriving, Tambu finds herself working for Tracey, her white Zimbabwean nemesis who had been a schoolmate at the prestigious Young Ladies’ College of the Sacred Heart and then her boss at the copywriting agency. Tracey is setting up an eco-tourism business, Green Jacaranda, and sees potential in Tambu – and indeed, Tambu seems to start to find herself, both personally and professionally, but I will leave the plot here …

This mournable body, however, is more than just a story about Tambu. Dangarembga weaves Zimbabwean social and political history into her narrative. While Tambu hadn’t been involved in pre- and post-Independence violence, many in her family had. The impact of war – particularly on women – provides one of the running commentaries throughout the novel. One refrain concerns her sister Netsai’s loss of a leg, which works as a visible reminder of personal and national losses:

Sometimes I ask if people forgot that many people went to war. Because if they have not forgotten, these people in this country, what is going on with them? Why are they so foolish? Do they think we went for this? … This is not what we went for and stayed for without food and blankets, even clothes, without our parents or relatives. Some of us without legs. Yet now we are helpless and there is nothing we can do to remove the things we see that we didn’t go to fight for.

Independence, in other words, is not working out the way they expected. The interplay of race, gender and colonialism continues to impede the country’s growth. Through her characters, Dangarembga powerfully conveys that old mantra “the personal is the political” – even though Tambu, ironically, tries to avoid talking politics with Tracey. “I don’t believe in politics”, she naively tells Tracey.

This mournable body is a serious and often heartbreaking novel, but there is also humour, much of it in the form of irony and satire. Here’s Tracey on her new business, echoing, for different reasons, Tambu’s dislike of “village”:

Everything’s Green Jacaranda eco! And you can’t say village. … That kind of promise doesn’t work these days either. It’s got to sound like fun, not under-development, soil erosion and microfinance.”

Tracey is either oblivious to – or chooses to ignore – the truths of Zimbabwean culture, preferring to exoticise a generalised notion of “Africa” for her business. In one excruciating scene she asks Tambu to organise village women to dance bare-breasted for their tourists.

At the other end of the spectrum is Tambu’s landlady’s now late husband, a black Zimbabwean who had profited from Independence. He had experienced an horrific accident, but

His biggest blow was what happened to his BMW and his temporary relegation to a lowly Datsun Sunny. People admired the stoicism with which Manyanga put up with this.

Dangarembga’s Zimbabwe is a complex society that has been riven by internal and external conflicts over decades, conflicts that are, in part, personified in Tambu’s difficulty in separating out her own goals from the “white” ones she had been educated into. While Dangarembga provides no easy answers, she suggests there are paths of hope, paths that rest with individual people who have a firm grip on what they want for themselves and for their country. This mournable body is an excruciating read at times, but the insights and perspectives it offers, particularly to Westerners whose assumptions it questions, are worth the pain and challenge.

Lisa (ANZLitLovers) was also impressed by this book.

Tsitsi Dangarembga
This mournable body
London: Faber & Faber, 2020 (orig. ed. 2018)
288pp.
ISBN: 9780571355532 (Kindle ed.)

17 Comments leave one →
  1. February 27, 2021 20:25

    It’s an impressive trilogy particularly as it spans 30 years in the making of it. I’m happy this one brought her work back into the light, I thought they were excellent and so thought provoking.

  2. February 27, 2021 22:06

    So I take it that this book reads well as stand alone, and that I wouldn’t have had to have read the first two? (my library doesn’t have the first two books but has this one).

    • February 27, 2021 23:18

      Yes, I believe it does. At least it did for me, Kate, and I think it did for Lisa as well. I didn’t even know it was the third in a trilogy until I’d finished it and looked at Wikipedia to found out about the author.

    • February 28, 2021 20:39

      Yes, it definitely works as a stand alone, Kate. I read it last year and it made my top 10. I have since bought the others in Kindle format and hope to read some time this year.

      • February 28, 2021 21:12

        Thanks kimbofo… that confirms what I felt. I’m thinking of buying the others on kindle too.

  3. February 27, 2021 23:05

    Thanking you all iam thankful be blessed.

  4. February 28, 2021 02:48

    When I first saw this on the Booker longlist, I was curious to read it, but the fact it’s the third in a series combined with a few so-so reviews changed my mind. Now, after having read your review, I may have to reconsider. I’ve always found Africa an interesting continent and would be keen to learn more. Not sure about the second person voice though. It doesn’t always work for me.

    • February 28, 2021 09:26

      Understand all that Stargazer. All I can say is that you don’t need to have read the previous two – at least I didn’t feel any lack in not having done so. I understand about second person, but I usually find that my fear is not played out in reality. Certainly here it didn’t really feel strange to me at all.

  5. February 28, 2021 05:37

    Enjoyed your review! This sounds like an amazing book. Do you think you will read the first two books that lead up to this one?

    • February 28, 2021 09:27

      I would certainly love to read the previous two Stefanie to understand more about her and her family, but with the books on my TBR, I can’t really see it happening soon.

  6. February 28, 2021 06:28

    The second person writing is a challenge for readers, putting them firmly into the ‘action’ and attributing to them the writer’s thoughts.
    This would be .. somewhat strange when listened to.

    • February 28, 2021 09:30

      Interesting point, M-R, interestingly I did listen to a few bits of it, because I read the eBook and out of curiosity paid $3.99 for the Audible add on. You could flip into audio when you felt like it and then out again, and it would be at the place where you wanted to keep reading on from. I thought the audio was great. I only listened to about 10 minutes all up though.

  7. March 6, 2021 09:00

    I have this to read but its in e-format which I find less satisfying to read now so those books tend to get overlooked. There are some wonderful writers emerging from Africa so I’m definitely keen to read this – just a case of fitting it in

    • March 6, 2021 09:24

      I read it in e-version, Karen. I buy non- Aus books in e-version to keep the “stuff” down! I will look out for you review – Whenever!

  8. buriedinprint permalink
    March 13, 2021 07:15

    It makes me sad to feel as though she must address herself in the second person in this third volume of the story; I have read the first two books and I wanted to imagine a different kind of future for her from those beginnings. Her bookishness, in particular, in the early books has stayed with me. So, I enjoyed reading around your core paragraphs here; I do plan to read this, but don’t have it on the immediate horizon, so I have avoided your middle thoughts in case there were story spoilers. Your book group has such interesting selections!

    • March 13, 2021 08:44

      I tried very hard to give away spoilers Buried, but you never know. I d I ex ctly what you did with books I want to read. With books I’m sure I’ll read soon, I don’t read reviews at all.

      Your “sad” response is interesting and makes me even more keen to read the first ones.

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