This is a complex book, as personal stories often are. There is no literary narrative, no poetic impact. This story is a compilation of interviews, in which three women poignantly share their life stories: the good, the bad and the ugly. Since the three generations span 70 years in South Africa, taking the reader from tribalism through the fall of apartheid, the stories are full of change, both societal and personal, gradual and immediate.
Quotes on the jacket promote it as a banner of feminism, and the writing inside reinforces that idea. I agree with the author and his family (the book covers the life story of the authors' granny, mother/Geli and sister/ Florah) that women need freedom from oppression, but I don't agree with the remedies as suggested. While apartheid stripped men of their masculine role, certainly feminism reacts by disenfranchising men on the opposite extreme. The healthy, happy, whole place for which women are created is not independence from men, but interdependence. We need each other. The height of maturity is learning how to relate to each other in mutually beneficial ways, not the degradation of one gender or the other. The solution to patriarchy is not matriarchy, but mutual respect for each other.
The stories are presented with catastrophically narrow perspective. The verse: "A person may think their own ways are right, but the LORD weighs the heart" (Proverbs 21:2) repeatedly came to mind. I was frustrated, even annoyed, by the women's inability to assume personal responsibility for their own actions. Bad decisions by men are acknowledged (particularly getting women pregnant out of wedlock or marrying poorly), however, bad decisions by women are universally the result of environmental factors for which they are not responsible. I agree it takes two to make an unwed pregnancy, but switching from blaming solely the woman to blaming solely the man is swinging the pendulum too far. I do not want to the judge the women, their experience is worlds away from mind, but I simply wish they would have had the self-awareness to struggle with the matter themselves.
Another troublesome example of this narrow focus is the favoritism demonstrated. By favoritism, I mean the sense that "This is bad for others to do (to us), but fine for us to do (to others)". Many times, the narrative condemns Granny's husband for leaving the family in the homelands, and taking a second wife in the city. The second wife systematically denied financial support and inheritance to the first family. Yet, when it comes time for one of Geli's girls to marry, they are open to her becoming a second/ city wife, and Geli simply advises that she make sure she is married in a civil ceremony - the first step to establishing her rights. True, this would protect the beloved daughter, but it would also raise her above equal footing with the wife in the homelands. Yet, this hypocrisy is not recognized.
This lack of self-awareness is also present in that the troubles of ones own experience outweigh those of previous generations. The invective against apartheid is justified, yet the same standard is not applied to tribalism which is equally problematic in South Africa (and Africa as a whole). The fact is, women were not treated well under tribalism either, and while apartheid may have added to the strain on their families, tribalism holds the root of their troubles, if only because it was there first. The text does touch on the idea that tribalism divided the African population, weakening them through failure to unite against European influx, but since gender relations was a theme, I would have liked to see the role of gender relations in tribalism covered in greater thoroughness (particularly through Granny's story). Perhaps that is a topic for a more academic, and less personal, work. The irony is that while Europeans brought apartheid (bad), they also brought new ideas about the equality of women (good) that open a viable path for liberation in real lives like those shared with the reader here. Many of those ideas about women as equal partners with men come from Christianity--which infuses, though doesn't seem to replace tribal religion --and becomes a defining force in the later chapters of the family's experience.
Finally, the title is misleading. These are South African women. Some of the struggles are unique to South Africa, some are more common throughout Africa, and I found the title puzzling. Why broaden beyond the clearly compelling story of 3 generations of South African women? Also, there were some timeline issues that made the story confusing. Florah is grown and on her own and Collin is dead, and then suddenly, Florah is young and living in the shack with Geli and Jackson again. It felt like the story started over again about 2/3 of the way through. While the perspective of different generations is intriguing, the author is not skilled enough to create a different 'voice' for each character, which further muddied the narrative.
While I have pointed out the negatives, I am consciously choosing to refuse to parse the question of personal responsibility verses society. On a personal level, this book tore me up. I felt so much compassion for all the women have gone through. In the end, only the Creator and Judge of us all can accurately diagnose our responsibility verse the stress and strain of the environment He has placed us in, and only God can bring about real change to make such a horrible living situation better. I am thankful to have read their story and commit them to Him.
Overall, I felt this book challenged me, made me consider new ideas. The first person perspective is personal and powerful. It was a valuable contribution to my study of Africa, but if I were to read one book about South Africa, I'm not sure this would be the one.