The mere two-star rating requires a bit of an explanation. The Cry of Winnie Mandela is a great tale, with lofty subject matter and excellent writing, but presented as a novel it falls far short of stylistic and narrative expectations for the genre. I cannot comment on the revised version published last autumn because I have not seen it, but in this original one it is really quite a pity that five potentially immensely fascinating and powerful characters are obliterated by the collegiate voice of the author, who is a professor and vice-chancellor of the University of Cape Town. Several great writers, mostly in the European tradition, have mastered the novel-essay form. I am thinking specifically of Christa Wolf and Milan Kundera. Ndebele's book could have been paired with these great ones if only he had put more effort into creating distinct voices for each character. Instead, their search for a language of their own is crushed by the author's commanding, highly insightful voice. He writes about women, about their specific plight in times of struggle, in a most elucidating way; too bad that he does not allow them to speak and act for themselves. A finely wrought narrative technique would have matched the audacity and originality of the attempted form. Nonetheless, I was very taken by the profound meditations, in essay form, which range from social and philosophical problems to sexual violence and nostalgia for the land. If only I could have overcome my search for the promised novel, never delivered.