#SpudTheReunion – John van de Ruit
#PanMacmillanSouthAfrica
Love them or hate them, reunions are evocative by their very nature. At the positive end some will remember the good times, as opposed to those determined to rather bury the memories in the past. Although initially determined not to attend after receiving an invitation to a school reunion, Spud (John) Milton, was sufficiently distressed by the avalanche of conflicting emotions that followed, that he reverted to his teenage coping mechanism, keeping a diary: ‘As nobody would have noticed, it’s been a decade since I kept a dairy.’ (1) And it has also been a decade since he had matriculated in 1993, a decade since being in the company of the Crazy Eight.
He does attend, of course. Otherwise, the reunion dairy would not have existed. In the hidden corners of his mind, he recalls himself as a schoolboy ‘…lugging his trunk of uncertainties back to school…’ but ‘Now, every bend of the road inspired a memory, a story, a thought, a someone, or some intangible nostalgia about having been there before.’ (72)
The reuniting of the Crazy Eight sparks memories of the four novels preceding this one. Garlic, the gullible, but passionate Malawian, joins forces with the manipulative Rambo, leader of countless suicide missions, to ensure everyone’s attendance. Vern seems to have metamorphosed into an improved version of Rain Man, having to mastered the art of feigning death, Boggo’s weapon of choice remains verbal assaults belittling others, Mad Dog, the wild Limpopo farm boy, is a classic example of a modern Neanderthal, dull Simon is still searching for his lucky star, and Fatty might have outgrown his friendship with the school ghost, but still responds to culinary smells in true Pavlovian fashion.
Because people do not really change, or do they?
With Spud as narrator, the novel explores the themes of nostalgia, metathesiophobia, perceived and putative success, the lines between harmless fun and malicious intent, the desire to belong, and the powerful bonds of brotherhood, spiced with his characteristic wry sense of humour and sardonic world view.
His closing rhetorical question ‘Isn’t this school just a collection of buildings and fields that I’ve personified into some great adversary?’ (323) can have only one answer: It is complicated.
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