This was a memoir about an Italian woman that brought her family to Kenya and made a life for herself and her family. Kuki Galllmann, the author, described how throughout her childhood, she dreamed of living in Africa and that she eventually made that a reality. The book outlines hardships that followed her dream including the death of her husband, Paolo, death of her son, Emmanuelle and being a single mother in a foreign country.
The memoir was well written and easy to follow. I liked the way that the author organized the material and had a quote at the beginning of each chapter. Her writing style was almost poetic, descriptive and I felt taken away to Africa, was able to visualize the Kuki’s experience. I found the description of the relationships with her neighbors, the wildlife and the environment to be clear.
At the stage of writing a memoir, I admire honesty and openness and a sense of awareness and insight, especially because the author was being vulnerable by disclosing her struggles and challenges in her life. However, Kuki Gallmann seemed to lack some very basic awareness of her actions and how they impacted her family.
Kuki Gallmann was resigned from the parent role and hyper focused on her marriage to Paolo, which resulted in the unfortunate death of her son, Emmanuele. Once Paolo died, I was disturbed by how Kuki put her son Emmanuele in the surrogate husband role. At first , although Kuki showed no awareness of this fact, the actions and choices Kuki described in the memoir, sending her kids away while Kuki and Paolo explored Africa, showed her children were not her top priority. Then, after Paolo died, Emmanuelle took on a surrogate husband role, and more than once, when describing her son, Kuki described Emmanuele, “he is wiser beyond his years.” Given the circumstances of living in a foreign country on her own, pregnant with her daughter, I could understand why Gallmann may have resorted to having poor boundaries with her son, but the fact that Gallmann did not acknowledge this bothered me. Parts of the book, where she even said that Emmanuele was her confidant, although, she used the word “friend” and she told him about the affair she was having with Aiden, a man that already had a family and commitments. It was disappointing that she had no awareness or reflection on the burden she put on her adolescent son.
I had a hard time understanding why Kuki would allow her child and adolescent son to collect poisonous snakes and risk his life, eventually, causing his death. I am not saying that a parent has complete control over a child, but getting a snake pit, allowing him to collect venomous snakes lacks some very basic maternal instinct and common sense.
The other part of the book I found disturbing was the description of the elephant hunt and how Paolo, her husband had killed an elephant for the thrill of the catch and the experience. I found captivating animals, hunting, killing and torturing animals to be upsetting, but I also appreciated that she expressed regret over watching her husband kill an elephant and the description of her emotional experience of watching the helpless elephant die.
I would have anticipated more integration with the local culture and customs and it seemed that the author was fairly segregated. I wanted more exposure and connection to the local African culture and that was limited in this memoir.