11-20-09
I just started this short funny read about the third triplet in a modernized Congo. Dongala has juxtaposed Colonialist pre-developed rule with current technologies in a way that is sad and satirical. The first two chapters are full of satire poking fun at some of our favorite victims, religion, medicine, the power of NAMING as a means to Other or control, law and order, and parenting.
Alliyah finished it in a day or two and recommended it for perhaps a handful of other scholars, though don't be surprised if you see chapters for intros to Satire which go perfectly with my favorite, "The Gods Must Be Crazy"!!
Little Boys Come From the Stars has been less satirical, though shining lights upon the evils done to African countries from within. Uncle Boula Boula’s sudden rise to political fame through fabricated resumes, attainments and experiences is reminiscent of politics around the globe.
I’m loving the way Dongala juxtaposes some of the modern 28-9 while our young triplet protagonist, Michel, Matapari or the Cursed Left-Handed One, is reveling in the forces of his tribal ways that his grandfather showed both him and his teacher father on their mountain trek. “Grandfather made me drink fresh water collected from ravenala leaves, and we ate fresh wild fruits. We were now in the forest bordering the little village; Papa and I followed grandfather, who showed no signs of fatigue despite his advanced age, on the narrow path that led all the way to the source of the river where the village drew its drinkable water. Squatting, I drank this pure water that came from the earth’s insides, that sprang up through the rock fissures to pour down on the white sand that carpeted the riverbed. Grandfather explained a few things to Papa at length, and then, with me still trotting behind, we left the forest for the savanna…”
“An aunt forced me to wash with water (full of strange herbs)” heated over a wood fire on three rock. He exlains how this ritualistic washing was done by the aunt, even though “I was big enough to wash myself”. “Rubbing my body with a plantlike sponge and my feet with a pumice stone, then dabbing me with some lotion in a flask to protect me, she said. From what? I asked. From the snakes along the path and from life’s accidents.”
This is immediately followed with, “I was really worn out, and since there wasn’t a television, I couldn’t watch the music videos from the last Top Africa or better yet X-OR, the new Japanese cartoon series that had replaced Goldorak…laser gun.”
Dongala has this way of fast-forwarding to modernization juxtaposed again a backdrop of tribal, ritual and cultural norms. I also love the way only Matapari, the youngest of the triplets gets all this extra special education because men relatives take a special sympathy or shine to him.
25-29—NAMING –the In his name, with the maps, as well, Dongala addresses the NAMING through Ouagadougou and other names lost once colonization began.
30, revises this NAMING of the third trip!
39-40 Satire of Religion and great dreams for Father Boniface
42-45
Uncle Boula Boula’s Office of Free Ideas scam
49—juxtaposition
Jack-in-the-Box with a gazelle in the wild.
“I bolted from under their bed like a Jack-in-the-Box and took off like a savanna gazelle, scattering their clothes all the way to the outside door of the living room..”
56—Satire and Religion
“Boniface, what is this bullshit about some God’s tear up my kid’s nose?” Continued on 58—“It’s nothing,” said my father, “merely irritation and a lot of tears. Christ’s tears, are they not?”
Not a miracle, simply a natural reaction to an itch = sneezing.
62—bottom “Doctor of Agitation and Propaganda” & 65—top PhD of Agitation and Propaganda = Scam-Artist
63—bottom & 64—top a hooker for official staying at Boula Boula’s shack.
74—Comrade FARCE
77—“Have you heard of nepotism?”
“Uh, no. What kind of business is that?”
Papa didn’t answer and kept silent for a good while. My uncle stared at him, patient. “Well?” he pressed.
On one hand the uncle is incredibly intelligent, referring to his brother-in-law as Candide and able to come up with crazy schemes to get into the Big House, while he thought nepotism was a name of a restaurant. Can you say Bush.
79-81 The Destruction of the Rain Forests
This is great that not too long after explaining to my kids how the forest floor is mineral depleted, here Dongala explains why deserts appear after idiots tear down the forests. Their plans to replenish the trees with other viable life fails because there is NOT enough nutrients to sustain these new plants, trees or crops.
83—mid through 85 Matt Henson and Racism
I found this section particularly interesting because it’s about “the first man” to arrive at the North Pole, however, in the accounts Eskimos had been going there, or been there long before any “civilized” explorer. Yet, you’ll be hard pressed to locate names of these tribes of people who, for generations, would have been well away of it. Similar to the Indigenous around Machu Picchu, BEFORE Hyram Bingham.
Still, this duality of Racism against giving Henson his props, echoes with Africans and the entire continent and Imperialism and NAMING shit.
90—Not Imperialism but Nepotism, Greed, Propaganda from WITHIN has been equally culpable for the destruction of cultural, national norms. Again, this brings to mind the Tribal leaders who were complicit in Slave Trade that we never truly hear about, since it’s always a finger-pointing blame game against those of the lighter pigments. True, the larger transgressors with Europeans, Blacks in many areas profited greatly from selling off their “enemies”.
115—First Cigarette, hilarious contrasts of the “real men” don’t gag when they smoke contrasted immediately with the “black soot” on his young lungs from one puff.
116-17 — Violence is not an answer.
118-19 — The Power of Books
120 —Uncorrupted Music and the TFA Connections to Unoka’s sad yet celebratory flute
“I no loner felt sad; on the contrary, a smile slowly welled up from my heart to brighten my face, and I was so happy, so light that I thought for a moment my body was aflame. I felt an urge for music. For once, I want neither rap nor ragamuffin. I chose kora harp music, without lyrics, because I noticed that the words of men often had the ability to obscure the essence of things and sometimes even corrupt them. I closed my eyes, and I began vibrating with these bright and melancholy notes.”
Matapari goes on to explain how without the corruptions of words, the notes took him to to the very beginnings of time, itself. In his existential experience, he was able to “Arab caravan coming from the North, Koran in one hand, saber in the other,” and understand the messages within the rhythms of the balaphones woven into that of the kora helping him to achieve peace and power all at once. Unoka, in Achebe’s Nigerian Classic, is seen as a weak man, yet through his upbeat playing, even he had power in traversing to other places, uplifting others while bringing the player to a sad place, all at once. (TFA pg 7)
121 — "Glory has a ballistic trajectory: there comes a point where it reaches its peak, and then, the descent is unstoppable," Mata referring to a conversation with his father, the village teacher and Scientist
143 — The General and Viagra
153 — “I knew about and realized that there were more ways to kill a man than to save them,” Matapari in the juxtaposition of modern Weapons of Mass Destruction of the nuclear family, human morale and the community: Schwarzenegger, Gibson, and Stalone metallic killing machines against the simplistic torturing methods one can just as easily use against another person’s body, mind and soul.
This relates to that 116-19 setting up books and education as a better savior than violence and as one of the book’s motif’s SCIENCE as this also connects with that science quote — 211 — morals and science having responsibilities to humanity first.
189-90 — Garden of Eden
190 last ¶ — Environmental Concerns
203-05 — Fickle public quickly forgetting past atrocities = Uncle Boula Boula’s crimes.
211—"As you all know, science without morals ruins the soul," one of the politicians, Tata Tollah, speaking at pre-Election Democratic Conference.