THE EYE OF THE LEOPARD is a fascinating book to read, although it’s different from the Wallander ‘krimis’, which I loved, yet to be about as gripping as the Wallanders, Mankell proving himself once again to be a master story teller.
The dust cover depicts the book as a ‘psychological thriller,’ yet one could also see it as a kind of ‘Bildungsroman,’ where the young Hans Olofson, vacillating between indecision and the will to create something meaningful, ends up as a successful farmer in Zambia. This, however, deciding to afventure abroad after a tragic accident of his best friend, Sture, and the wish to fulfil the dream of his lover to visit the grave of a legendary missionary who survived alone in the remote hills of Northern Zambia, comes not without experiencing the, for him, strange culture of the African people, and constantly having the impression that ‘the eye of the tiger’ quietly, and cunningly is watching him. (More of this on pages 107, 116, 213ff, and 275.) He tries to understand, but one of his black friends warns him that he cannot, “If you want to understand you have to think black thoughts. And that’s not something you can do, in the same way that I can’t formulate white thoughts.”(221).
As someone who was born and have lived in South Africa all my life, I can associate with the problems Olofson experiences after the liberation in the 70’s, 80’s in Africa: corruption, crime and poverty, where “Nothing has really improved for the people. It’s only the few who took over from the white leaders that have amassed unheard of fortunes.”(223). However,
Olofson perseveres on running the farm, and gradually comes to a certain understanding, even through bouts of malaria and the superstition of his workers that makes things difficult at times. He realises through a letter written to him by the previous farm owner, that “they have something we don’t have, [a] dignity that will someday turn out to be the deciding factor,” (157) and towards the end of his stay, that “Africa has been sacrificed on a Western altar, [and] robbed of its future for one or two generations, [but] no more longer.” (313).
The difficulties and confronting images that boil in Olofson’s mind, make the story a gripping one, but by flash backs to his past and activities in Sweden, the tension is regularly relieved.
To sum up, an unusual but gripping read.