This is a beautiful, but mournfully dreamy and elegiac book in which a herd of giraffes serves as a metaphor for life in Czechoslovakia when Czechoslovakia was known as the ČSSR. (It is, however, according to its author, a true story.)
GIRAFFE is a book filled with symbolism and metaphor, and Ledgard has chosen the sad, and ultimately horrific import, from Africa to Czechoslovakia of a large herd of giraffes, the largest herd ever to be held in captivity, as his central metaphor, so of course, the external story of GIRAFFE is very different on its surface from the book’s internal journey, although its aesthetic journey is perfectly suited to both its external and internal journeys.
The importation of the giraffes occurs sometime in 1975, as the Dvur Králové Zoo was planning to populate a large safari park. More than thirty giraffes were imported from Africa, and, as Ledgard tells us they were an immediate “contrivance to make workers forgetful of the monotony of their lives.”
The opening pages of GIRAFFE are narrated by Sněhurka, a beautiful, white-bellied giraffe who narrates her own birth on the Kenyan savannah. (Sněhurka means “snow white” in Czech.) Because of the book’s opening, I thought this was going to be a book narrated by an animal, but that was not to be, at least not for more than a few pages, and personally, I was a little disappointed in that.
Emil Freymann and Amina Dvorakova are the two principal narrators of GIRAFFE. Emil, who has lived a life of privilege, was named after the hero of a famous German children’s book, “Emil and the Detectives.” Professionally, he’s a hemodynamicist: someone who studies the flow of blood in vertical beings. It is Emil who accompanies the giraffes from Hamburg to Czechoslovakia, and, because of his profession, he finds them a wonder of natural selection because of the way the blood flows from their powerful bodies up their graceful necks.
Amina Dvorakova, who is not related to the famous composer, is also attracted to the giraffes, but for a more personal reason than Emil. Amina works in a factory that manufactures Christmas tree ornaments, and after she sees the arrival of the giraffes in Czechoslovakia, she becomes fascinated with their grace and beauty and goes to watch them every day after work. Amina finds a kindred soul in the giraffes, for like her they sleepwalk through life. (Giraffes don’t sleep; however, they rest, with their eyes open, and Amina imagines she does the same.)
Although Emil, Amina, and several other minor characters narrate GIRAFFE, and even though their stories sometimes overlap, the characters very rarely come into contact with one another. This was to highlight, I think the isolation the Czech people suffered under Soviet rule. I’m not sure. However, GIRAFFE does describe the Czech people as people who “plough their own furrow of despair in the concrete.” The displaced giraffes must feel as much despair and isolation, after their removal from the African savannah as the Czech do under a totalitarian regime.
It’s not a spoiler to tell you that in the end, forty-seven of these beautiful, dreamy giraffes, twenty-three of whom are pregnant, are slaughtered on the night of April 30, 1975. We learn this during the opening pages of the book. That makes this a very sad book to read. Tragic, because it’s so easy to fall in love with giraffes. When I was young and taken to the zoo each summer, the giraffes were the first, and sometimes the only animal I wanted to see. Tall and blonde, graceful and quiet, they look so vulnerable and peaceful with their beautiful, sad eyes, though they are very strong, stronger even than wild horses. (I picked this book up while browsing in the bookshop simply because of its cover, a painting of a gorgeous giraffe I have to assume is Sněhurka. I never walk by a book with a portrait of a giraffe on the cover. I fell in love with giraffes the first time I saw one at about age four.)
The horrible and horrifying climax of this book (we learn this in the opening pages) sees both Emil and Amina participating in the destruction of the giraffes as their beautiful bodies are ground into food for cattle. The reader is left with the question of why this terrible event had to happen. We’re given a few hints of what might have triggered it, but since all official documents pertaining to the destruction of the giraffes have been destroyed, Ledgard can’t give us any firm answer. Were the giraffes infected with a dangerous contagion? Were they simply so beautiful and free that the Czech regime was afraid the people would desire the same freedom? It’s left up to each reader to decide for himself or herself why this tragedy happened.
Ledgard chose well when he chose the slaughter of the giraffes as a metaphor for life in Czechoslovakia in the mid-1970s. Everything works beautifully and gracefully. What didn’t work as well for me were the comparisons Ledgard seems to draw between the slaughter of the giraffes and the crucifixion of Christ. I just didn’t see the connection there. Maybe the problem is with me rather than with the book. I just don’t know.
Ledgard’s writing is perfect for the this book. It’s as dreamy and beautiful and lyrical as the giraffes, themselves. And, it has a mournful tone throughout that is perfectly in keeping with the book’s tragic end.
Even though I just didn’t understand the connection between the destruction of the giraffes and the crucifixion of Christ (although both were innocents, ostensibly sacrificed for a greater good), my lack of understanding didn’t ruin the book for me at all. I think it accomplished what it set out to accomplish, so it was a five-star read for me. I don’t recommend this book to many others, though. Only those who appreciate a book in which much is symbolic and much is left open to the imagination will be able to tolerate GIRAFFE. If you’re that kind of reader, this is a book for you. If you’re not, best to simply move on to something less dreamy and more concrete. This is a book that will stay with me for a very, very long time.