"The river is a snake that has its mouth open to the rain and its tail in the sea."
Ok, I just happened to stumble upon this book and because it is a short book, I decided to read it. Mia Couto is from Mozambique (his parents arrived in the early 50s) and he works as a writer and environmentalist. Many people have compared his writing to Gabriel Garcia Marquez's prose, hinting at its magical realist tone. I don't know if it is because of the translation that I also somewhat felt the magic, however Couto is dismissive of that label and says that "[I]n Colombia, Mexico, Nigeria, Mozambique, it’s the real thing, not magic, and the only way to tell these stories."
However, one thing that I liked about this book is its environmental undertone. Who comes up with the idea that the earth is angry at humans and won't allow it to be dug out, e.g. no burials can take place anymore, because the earth has become as hard as stone. I find this idea genius. I could imagine a whole sub-genre in the future dedicated to the environment. Laments of how the environment used to be. Fantasy stories of the animals that have gone extinct. Poems of the good old days. Couto is interesting, but the novel felt a bit rough and I thought it could have been a bit more refined. Sometimes I lost track of the characters, and they flowed into the story in unnatural ways. I can see that the story is somewhat inspired by the author's family and Mozambique, but it still feels unfinished. To end this review with a bit more information of the author, I quote him from a Guardian interview: “I’m a white guy and an African; the son of Europeans and Mozambicans; a scientist living in a very religious world; a writer in an oral society. These are apparently contradictory worlds that I like to unite because they’re part of me.” He adds, “when I think of a character, it’s a black person; 99% of Mozambicans are black … I want to tell stories in the borderlines, and which cross frontiers... I am a pessimist with a lot of hope.”