I wish that I could give this more than one star but I really did not enjoy it. I was suckered in by the blurb’s comparison to the Serial podcast, but while Serial was a masterpiece of storytelling, this book was a flabby meandering mess.
We Are Not Such Things is supposedly an investigation into the 1993 murder of Amy Biehl, a young white American Fulbright Scholar studying in South Africa in a time of social and political upheaval. Biehl was beaten to death in Gugulethu township outside Cape Town by a mob of anti-apartheid and black rights protesters. Four of her killers were convicted and imprisoned before being released via Mandela’s Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC). Linda and Peter Biehl, Amy’s parents, attended the TRC hearings and openly forgave their daughter’s killers. They founded the Amy Biehl foundation and gave two of the killers, Easy and Ntobeko, jobs working for the charity. The story garnered lots of media attention and was held up by many as an example of unity and the triumph of the TRC.
Fast forward around 20 years and Justine van der Leun a white, American erstwhile travel writer, moves to South Africa with her husband. At a loss for anything to do, she begins to research the Biehl case, interviewing Easy, Linda, and many others.
Here’s a bullet list of my problems with this book:
1) So much extraneous detail This book could easily be edited down to less than 200 pages without losing ANY pertinent information. It was actually amazing how rambly and unfocused it was. Most sections would go something like this: [“I met so-and-so to talk about this-and-that”], [Twelve paragraph description of where they were when they met, what they were eating, what colour the sky was, every single person in the vicinity], [Three random pages about the TRC/gugulethu/corruption in the SA police/history of SA politics], [“So I asked this person what they knew about the Biehl case. They shrugged”], [Next, I met so-and-so], ad infinitum.
Here is an actual example of a preamble to a witness interview:
“Mzi and I were sharing an egg salad sandwich from the supermarket. Mzi’s five-year-old nephew was alternately doing cartwheels around us and sucking on a red lollipop that was slowly staining his white tank top. Then he changed into a green T-shirt and had a piece of cake, which he smeared on his new outfit”.
I’m not joking, literally none of the that information had ANY bearing on anything. I think the idea behind these ‘asides’ is to add character and build up an idea of time and place but none of the information is in any way interesting and if you cut all of this stuff out the book would be at least a hundred pages shorter (and probably a lot better). It was infuriating.
2) There’s no pay-off Throughout the first three-quarters of this 450-page-long book, van der Leun hints that she’s made a dark discovery about the case, and everything is not as it seems. But what she ‘discovers’ is really not revelatory. In fact, it’s basically irrelevant - revealing it will not affect anyone’s lives at all. Furthermore, the way she went about revealing these benign tidbits was tortuous and totally not worth it.
Then, weirdly, after the supposed big reveal, the book goes on for another 70 pages talking about nothing in particular, then it just tails off!
3) ME, ME, ME I found the author incredibly self-absorbed. So much of what she wrote was just virtue signalling - yes, she was a privileged white woman living in a wealthy neighbourhood, but the people of the township took her in and accepted her as one of their own! They called her when they had emotional problems (eg, Ndumi), they all knew who she was! She was basically one of them by the end of it :) :) - blergh. Yeah, except she headed back to her massive house and full fridge at the end of every day.
I definitely got a whiff of white-saviourism from this. I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with a white American going into South Africa to investigate a decades-old racially motivated murder, but I think she lacked the humility and self-awareness to pull it off. The way she referred to Easy sometimes made me physically cringe (“But twice, for his birthday, when I presented him with what he referred to as “birthday chicken”, an entire roasted bird, he ate it all by himself in under thirty minutes, very neatly. Years later, I emailed him a Happy Birthday message, and promised to maintain our tradition when I next came to Cape Town. ‘I can’t wait to have my birthday chicken when you are back in South Africa chickens are few now and thanks so much to remember my birthday chicken', he replied” [Emphasis my own] [While this is a an isolated passage, I feel like this tone cropped up again and again the book and didn’t sit well with me])
4) It was a bit unfair I think two people in particular - Ntobeko and Linda Biehl - were unfairly maligned in this book.
First, Ntobeko falls out with van der Leun because he didn’t want her to tell his story. He wanted to write a book about it himself and he felt that the story was being appropriated by an outsider. I think that is a pretty legitimate stance to take - the author isn’t from South Africa and just waltzed into the country twenty years after the fact, writing and researching a book fuelled solely (in my personal opinion, not Ntobeko’s) by white privilege and misplaced confidence - but rather than addressing this, van der Leun paints him as angry and slightly unhinged.
Further, Linda Biehl, Amy’s mother (and let's remember, a woman whose 26-year-old daughter was murdered and who went on to openly forgive her killers), ends up taking Ntobeko’s side and issues a legal request for van der Leun to desist from writing the book and researching the subject. Again, van der Leun disregards her wishes in quite a callous way, vaguely intimating that by that point she felt part of the story and part of the Gugulethu community (blergh), and publishes the book anyway.
Anyway, this has turned into a much longer review than I intended, but I really did struggle with this book.
(With thanks to NetGalley and the publishers for providing me with an ARC copy in return for an honest review)