After reading a Naipul book, Half a Life, also about Africa, and seeing a review by the Times comparing Vassanji to Naipul and Graham Greene (one of my favourite writers), I had to read this book. Having said this, I admit I had some mixed views on this book and the Times review.
I didn't make much connection to Greene other than a story not set in England. Sure there is the point of view of how England affected a former colony, generating (if forced) respect, then hatred. The connection to Naipul is true, as both writers come from the former colonies and have non-traditional view of the mother counrty(and this makes their writing so good).
This is the story of a man and the country Tanganyka (now Tanzania). The story of this man and his family follows the path of immigration of Indians to East Africa, something I knew very little prior to reading this book. The big "ahah" moment came when he mentions how Idi Amin, woke from a dream and expelled all Indians from Uganda in 1974. This was a time when Canada opened its doors to this immigrants. After reading the book I understand this issue more, especially since I was 15 at the time. Sadly there was a lot of descrimination resulting during this period and it saddened me even more realizing what had happened.
The story begins and ends with the gunny sack....kind of a "bag full of stories" told by an aging woman. I liked this premise of the Scheharazade motif but, as the story unfolded, it seemed to get more complicated. Vassanji throws in various Hindi and Sanskrit making it more complicated. There is a dictionary at the back but I found this too distracting from the tale. I also wished that some of the tales were a little longer. There were so many that I skimmed some of them which is too bad, as I saw the importance of this rarely written part of the world. In the end, I found myself thinking of Garcia Marquez for breadth of the entire picture (spanning decades) and only wishing the tales were fewer but more developed. Overall I am glad I read this book.