The Sound of Rain on a Corrugated Iron Roof: Another Lanie Tankard Review
Our popular guest blogger Lanie Tankard has reviewed a pre-publication copy of One Day I Will Write About This Place: A Memoir
Minneapolis, MN: Graywolf Press (July 19, 2011)
Reviewed by Lanie Tankard
Binyavanga Wainaina busts clichés about Africa in his memoir, One Day I Will Write About This Place, due out July 19. He paints vivid word portraits of individual countries, rendering a pointillist map of much of the continent in the process.
Employing psychogeography to bring the reader into his childhood in Kenya, studies in South Africa, and family reunion in Uganda, he offers international comparisons wherever he travels south of the Sahara. Always he is keenly observing the surrounding African culture with wry wit, spot-on turns of phrase, and subtle descriptions.
Wainaina, who won the 2002 Caine Prize, is founding editor of the African literary magazine Kwani? (which means “So what?” in Swahili) and director of the Chinua Achebe Center for African Writers and Artists at Bard College in New York.
The memoir skillfully blends themes of family, writing, ethnic differences, nationalism, internationalism, politics, individualism and collectivism (and how they differ both horizontally and vertically), masculinity/femininity, and traditions. Wainaina gives the reader a vivid idea of what change looks like when it comes.
One Day I Will Write About This Place is a good read not only for its literary pleasure but also for its finely tuned perceptions that can aid in global understanding.
The memoir begins with soccer in 1978, a family game in Kenya when Wainaina is seven years old. And it ends with soccer in 2010, a World Cup summer. In between, we watch Wainaina grow up, bolstered by his family’s solid world amidst a background of turbulence.
He develops a visceral love of reading along the way. Books become his constant companions. He can’t get enough of them. Immersing himself in their pages, he strengthens his writing abilities and love of the printed word. Wainaina takes the reader on a tour of Africa with all five senses in this memoir: the sound of frying sausages, the sight of a lake covered in flamingos, the scent of mountain vegetation, the taste of Chicken Licken fast food, the feel of bare feet on hot gravel.
He devotes an entire chapter to ten thousand corrugated iron roofs in Nairobi, astutely presenting them creaking in the noonday sun, pummeled by rain, juxtaposed with ten thousand languages, and adjacent to a skyscraper skyline.
A different lens for considering the world appears within these pages, as Wainaina illustrates how America appears from across an ocean.
Violence is also present in Wainaina’s reminiscences. Machetes fly after the 2007 election in Kenya. And there is a most eloquent chapter about the various turns his mother’s life will take as eighty thousand people flee Congo in a 1960 rebellion.
What is prejudice? Can it be seen? Wainaina nimbly weaves specific examples into the warp and weft of his story. The resulting kitenge exhibits a colorful pattern of stereotyping hard to dismiss.
He knits in various musical artists such as the late great Brenda Fassie,demonstrating the power and influence of her moving song “Vuli Ndlela.” He also notes the effect of languages on interpersonal relations. To talk in Gikuyu or Kiswahili? The choice speaks volumes about a person’s mindset, a topic Wainaina has addressed before.
Wainaina articulates the sound of a continent, and of Kenya in particular. He has composed a powerful song in literary form. Perhaps the Grammys should consider a new category: Memoirs That Sing.
Lanie Tankard is a freelance editor and writer in Austin, TX. She is a former production editor of Contemporary Psychology: A Journal of Reviews and a member of the National Book Critics Circle.
This review reminds me of one of my most prized pieces of art–a three dimensional painting from Guguletu, Cape Town, South Africa that is made of metal from the townships.
How many memoirs have you read about places other than the country of your origins? Is it true that you learn more about your own place when you read about another–just as it is true of travel to other lands?
And what makes a memoir sing, in your opinion?
This sounds very interesting. I love coming of age memoirs, and this sounds like a special one, more sensual and deep than many. Thanks!
Wainaina offers much food for thought. I’m still chewing on the book! Please post your reaction if you read it.
Hope you get a chance to read it, Richard. When you do, please return here to tell us about it!
Just one comment, 2010 FIFA World Cup was in South Africa, not Ghana. Other than that, I am waiting for this memoir what abated breath. Well done my fellow country man, although you write for the continent than Kenya.
You are definitely right about 2010 World Cup! I read an uncorrected proof of the book, and the sentence in Chapter 33 was: “It is the summer of the World Cup 2010, and I am in Ghana enjoying things.” So likely Wainaina was not at the finals. I should have made it more clear in my review, and I appreciate you pointing that out. I’ve asked Shirley to correct my review. Please return when you’ve read the memoir and share your thoughts!
I took out the reference to Ghana. I imagine that he watched the World Cup on television while in Ghana??
Re-Ghana: Binyavanga was on assignment for the Financial Times which had gotten him to traverse and feel the pulse of African countries taking part in the 2010 world cup.
I love a mystery solved! Many thanks!
Thanks, Toni. This makes perfect sense and clears up the mystery. I am grateful for your response. Please come back again anytime. We need good sleuths at 100memoirs.