A touching story of friendship across racial/cultural lines that couldn't be written today.
Mwangi's 1995 young adult novel "The Mzungu Boy" (the little white boy) could not be written in 2023. I read this with my 12yo son as part of his summer reading assignments, and I'm convinced there's no way a tale this sincere or honest could be written now.
Taking place in 1950s British Colonial Africa (Kenya specifically), the book is told from the POV of village boy Kariuki as he attends school, Catholic mass, and his family and village all work under the authority of white farmowner Bwana Ruin tending to the latter's farm.
There's an undercurrent of rebellion as the "people of the forest" (Mau Maus) that creates tension between the village and the Bwana, resulting in periodic raids on the village by British troops.
This is just one sort of injustice that Kariuki experiences, and it's unique in that it doesn't occupy a special place in his narrative. He also suffers at the hands of his father, his older brother, his schoolmaster, and older students from rival villages. As he explains, village boys occupy the lowest position, lower than sheep or livestock and barely co-equal with dogs. So it is with dogs (collectively named Jimis) that we spend a lot of our time.
Kariuki soon befriends Nigel, the white grandson of Bwana Ruin, and the two form a fast friendship born of innocence and ignorance as Nigel has no knowledge of the real wilderness while Kariuki comes to realize that the whites aren't mystical or magical, that they can't see in the dark, can't read men's minds, and might not be as different or alien as he had been taught.
As the boys go hunting, fishing, and traipsing around (in quite enjoyable descriptive passages) the growing unease Kariuki's father has with his son's new friend (or rather, his new friend's grandfather) and the ever present eyes of the Mau Maus in the forest builds in the reader an uncertainty and dread that SOMETHING bad with happen. This is a youth novel, after all, and lessons need to be learned dammit.
Fortunately, those lessons don't come at the expense of the boys' basic decency and humanity. It's sad to say, but had this been written in 2023, it would be easy to see where a more "socially justice" minded Western author would take the narrative - i.e., lots of authorial inserts about colonialism, white devils, tribal exoticism, etc. All of that would be at the expense of story, character, and all in pursuit of THE NARRATIVE.
Mercifully, this almost quaint 1995 novel doesn't go that route and let's its characters be truthful to themselves rather than a presentist ideology, and the story is more hopeful and memorable because of it.