I enjoyed this short book, especially toward the end. The writing is sharp and cerebral. I was especially a sucker for the narrator's self-awareness of her own whiteness (e.g. "I had a glimpse of myself as another white woman who talks too much.") How refreshing it is to read a book where whiteness is documented, where it exists and where it is racialized! Of course it can't be American. (This book was published in 1966 in South Africa.) I am grateful to have read a book that it is not scared to be political, racial, or likable (you don't know if you should trust or even like the narrator, a white woman, for example). It's a quick read. I recommend it.
Some of my favorite lines are below:
--"dreary flattery, balm that burned like ice, if it was" (10)
--"kick from the wreckage the button that asserts the identity of the dead" (11)
--"we belong to the generation that lays down its burdens on Freud" (12)
--"Behind the clean and ugly bricks, a great shout of life going up, fading into the sunlit vacuum" (13)
--"We walked up and down, talking trivialities, like people in hospital grounds who are relieved to have left the patient behind for a while" (17)
--"my mother puts a frilly cover over everything; the lavatory seat, her mind--" (22)
--"Oh we bathed and perfumed and depilated white ladies, in whose wombs the sanctity of the white race is entombed! What concoction of musk and boiled petals can disguise the dirt done in the name of that sanctity?" (25)
--"If Max wouldn't act as a white man for white men, the Van Den Sandts wouldn't let him act at all" (27)
--"But can any white man who wants change really be all there?" (28)
--"Moral scleorsis. Hardening of the heart, narrowing of the mind; while the dividends go up. The thing that makes them distribute free blankets in the location in the winter, while refusing to pay wages people could live on." (31)
--"A cold bruised smell came up from the flowers; it was the snowdrops" (33)
--"The future was already there; it was a matter of having the courage to announce it." (40)
--"no African movement seeking mass support could afford to have white members." (41)
--"looking down at seaweed in the water like flowers imprisoned in a glass paperweight" (54)
--"we are safe from atomic fall-out from the Northern Hemisphere because of the doldrums, an area where elements lie becalmed and can carry no pollution." (63)
--"There was what I can only describe as a power failure between us; the voices went on but the real performance had stopped in darkness." (67)
--"And yet to put on a record and pour myself another glass of wine and sit -- something that sounds delightful -- made me feel as if I were on stage before an empty auditorium." (73)
--"there's a flicker--just a hair's-breadth flicker--that makes me aware that he's thinking, fast, in his own language, about something else." (77)
--"the day was over, it had no connection with the visit; the visit had no connection with anything else in my life, such visits are like the hour when you wake up in the night and read and smoke, and then go to sleep -- they have no context." (78)
--"I had a glimpse of myself as another white woman who talks too much." (80)
--"Always the orderly white mind, accustomed to dealing with disaster through the proper professional channels." (84)
--"Probably just the black's sense that whites, who have held the power so long, always retain somewhere, even if they have been disinherited, some forgotten resource--a family trinket coming down from generations of piled-up possessions." (87)
--"with just the right, light regret" (88)
--"The headlights of a car making the steep turn into the street send a great pale moth of light travelling slowly round the room." (90)
--"when Max drowned today, a man walked about in space." (91)
--"They are alive up there." (91)
--"That's whats up there, behind the horsing around and the dehyrdated hamburgers and the televised blood tests. If it's the moon, that's why . . . that's why . . . " (92-93)
--"I can hear the starts in their courses--a vibrant, infinitely high-pitched hum [ . . . ] Probably it's the passage of the Americans, up there, making their own search, going round in the biggest circle of them all." (94)