In this fourth installment of Martha Quest's biography, the intense political energy of A Ripple from the Storm has dissipated, muddled and quenched by the end of WWII. Lessing points out that occupied Southern Africa has, it can almost be said, escaped the horrors of the war which Martha and others raised in the region can only begin to know through the experiences of those who are more deeply involved: Athen, the compassionate and committed Greek communist, Anton, Martha's German (and partly Jewish) husband, and Thomas, her lover, a Polish Jew. To a lesser extent, the Cohen brothers Joss and Solly and their cousin Jasmine also render the conflict more immediate through their large, cosmopolitan and scattered networks as well as their Jewishness. When Martha recalls Athen's words about the millions of war dead and the corruption wrought by those corpses on the souls of all the living, and feels the idea 'become part of her', it becomes clear that this is one of the series' deepest themes. However, the shift in political commitments and emotional currents among the white population are mere ripples from the perspective of the country's black majority, whose circumstances and struggle remain unchanged and unresolved by the postwar fallout.
Lessing's decision to include many Jewish characters perhaps reflects a desire to deal with the wars and with Europe, and occupied Southern Africa as a European outpost, but she energetically evokes the meeting of this stolen Africa with a native, rightful Africa in the persons of the subjugated black population, whose destiny the whites consider to be in their power and rights to determine. Lessing uses subtle strategies to totally explode this ridiculous notion, principally a kind of respectful distancing created by never voicing black people's thoughts and placing them constantly at the receiving end of peverse behaviour and absurd accusations as well as routine exploitation. She illustrates again and again the whites' naive, childish lack of insight into the lives of the black people, which is the necessary sociopathic effect of presuming superiority. Martha hears the absurdity of her Euro compatriots easily and is disgusted by it (from childhood) yet Lessing's analysis bears out the fact that the white leftist groups, though much less stupid in their conception of the racial situation, still subscribe to a fiction of their defining, history-crafting role in the country, even if at times they display some awareness of this presumption
In previous books, various White political groups with which Martha was involved with made efforts to reach out to, help, educate or improve the circumstances of the Black and 'Coloured' populations according to their own ideas (ranging from grudging charitable sentiment to liberationist willingness to support a native-led struggle however those leaders might request). Throughout the epic, Lessing depicts these efforts as ineffectual, even ludicrous in the circumstances, and here this impression is enhanced through scenes of useless, distrustful meetings, and action taken totally without white involvement. That conservative Mrs Maynard and radical Mrs Van collaborate in finding an absurd solution to the situation is instructive, yet Martha mentally describes herself as a traitor (implicitly a race and class traitor) emphasising the depth of her commitment to justice.
In A Ripple from the Storm Martha hallucinates her hands holding the world and caring for others while she is in bed with a fever. A disturbing echo of this takes place in Landlocked when Martha, drunk, becomes fixated on one of her hands as extremely ugly and sees it as a weapon, perhaps reflecting her disillusionment with the communist movements she has been involved in or more deeply her recognition of herself as created and conditioned by the violence of her times. Her passionate affair with Thomas seemed unlikely to me at first: I could not like him after his merciless verdict on the emaciated adolescent soldiers of the defeated German army, but as Martha dreams his death and in many ways meets and understands herself through him, his importance for her and for the text became clearer to me. He (rightfully, in my view) dismisses with ridiule the assumption that 'one can read dispassionately' and shares his experience movingly: 'when you don't have libraries you remember what you read'. It's interesting that he is a gardener, because in all her books Lessing finds time to affirm human connections with land and earth, to remind that we are enmeshed in a biosphere that sustains and nourishes us and ought to be revered. Ultimately he is an ambiguous figure, complex enough to merit Martha's intensity. Another of his insights is about the changing scale of time: once people measured their small lives by the ages of a prominent tree, but now they do so by the stars. This is a link for me to a time I can't even imagine, a time-stretching reflection that lets my mind touch the span of the tree's life at least...
The mood, overall, is anticlimactic, and when I was about fifty pages from the end I found myself flicking back to find out what on earth it had all been about, because there didn't seem to have been any major events. Nontheless, I remained thoroughly caught up in Martha's life - ever more so in fact. That politics sink into the background somewhat might give this book a broader appeal than the previous installment, as may the engaging romance, but what I really enjoyed was the continuation of Lessing's analytical, symbolically loaded, astonishingly acute telling of the ever-evolving Martha and her times. The opening pages offer a representative taste of this unwavering focus, when Martha observes heat and cold on her back, noting that both tingle, they are facets of the same sensation. Then we are given a tour of her current mental self-image, a dream of a house whose rooms she must keep separate in order to survive, a process that requires she 'defeat... what she knew to be best in herself', her compassionate and sociable impulses. Later, with her old friends the Cohen boys (who I always want to see more of), she briefly detects that the feeling she has with them is the light and space of future happiness, without any promise of its coming. This will have to suffice for an omen, along with Jasmine's final, typically casual revolutionary salute.