Drawing on the author’s formative years in Portugal as a mulatta (her father was Portuguese, her mother an Angolan of Ovimbundu extraction) this book tells inter-linked stories of people adjusting to life in a fictitious Portuguese village “Pousaflores” whose residents are anything but cosmopolitan. Action begins in 1976-78 and extends for roughly twenty years thereafter, interspersed with flashbacks to colonial Angola before 1975. Dramas of social non-acceptance, meagre parental love, racial discrimination, male chauvinism and female vulnerability are all at hand. Chiefly affected are three Angolan-born children fathered by the Portuguese ex-colonial patriarch Silvério, with three different Angolan women. Two of those women don’t figure in the book, but a third, Deodata, shows up later, having made her way to Portugal unassisted. A further voice is that of Silvério’s sister, a conservative villager lacking schooling and social status.
The reader must cope with overlapping, interspersed narrations from all six of these characters, whose identities may or may not be clearly given as the book takes us along dim pathways of the avantgarde. Some passages consist of internal, sometimes dream-like monologues.
This is not a low-threshold, easy-to-read novel. Yet it successfully reveals social stresses and personal scars of colonizer and colonized in a poor and often heartless post-colonial Portugal.