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A thought on Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

I have had the great good fortune of being lent a hardback copy of this novel. It is a big book – some 550 pages in this edition – and I am a little over halfway through, the reason being that I only manage a few pages a day.

Why so slow? Lack of time is the main reason, plus the distractions drawing me otherwards. However, I treasure the few daily pages I have with Demon Copperhead, and have no desire to leave him to his fate unread. His resiliance and his voice draw me behind him, as he navigates his way into and through worlds I know little about.

Today, I sneaked a few extra pages, and opened the book at the end of the chapter where I had left it. As I turned to the start of the next I read these opening lines:

Where does the road to ruin start? That’s the point of getting all this down, I’m told. To get the handle on some choice you made. Or was made for you. By the bullies that curdled your heart’s milk and honey, or the ones that went before and curdled theirs.”

Demon Copperhead, by Barbara Kingsolver – opening lines of Chapter 41 – (Faber and Faber)

I’m looking forward to finding out the remainder of the story. I fear it may not end well for Demon Copperhead.

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023

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About another book – ‘Glory’

Here is another book, one I read last year when it was on the short list for the Booker Prize. I’ve never read another book like it.

The author uses language differently. The novel seems to crescendo and ebb around the animals at its centre, often repeating whole phrases and sections to make a point. I kept having to pause and re-read, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

Much like Animal Farm, the story is about the damage and awe that surround egocentric, brutal power. There are headings and situations that swing me from laughter to frustration, and back again. Then, in the middle section of the book, the tempo suddenly changes. Here the story aims straight. Simiso Khumalo tells her daughter about their family, and how it was suddenly ambushed by horror. The words are simple and the scenes shocking. I could barely breathe as I read this part for the first time, and its intensity lingered as the injustices multiplied towards the end of the book.

For me this is a storyteller’s story. Trapped on the page Glory almost feels too alive, too big, as though it needs to burst out on to the stage. I hope it will find itself there one day, because I don’t think it’s an average novel, nor is it any old tale. It’s a challenge to all of us – a reminder – and so worth reading.

Here’s a quotation from the novel:

“If I don’t write, then who will I blame when I wake up one day to find myself in the belly of a crocodile that calls itself History, that devours the stories of everyone else and goes on to speak for us?”

Grandfather in ‘Glory’ by NoViolet Bulawayo

ISBN: 978-1-784-74429-8

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023

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Book Review: This Mournable Body by Tsitsi Dangarembga

This Mournable Body by Tsitsi Dangarembga

“There is a fish in the mirror. The mirror is above the washbasin in the corner of your hostel room.”

The opening lines of a book I love for its fractured intensity. Reading it is like being plunged into a bruise, one that stains Zimbabweans everywhere.