Certainly not "The Conservationist," which is so fabulous. Gordimer is *amazing* on the African landscape - she describes them beautifully. Her trees, to take one example, are so real, so significant. There is a description late in "The Guest of Honour" where she gets into a fig tree and it's just a wonderful bit of writing; almost makes the nearly 500-page slog worthwhile. In another flick of greatness, Gordimer describes a tree etched against the sky at sunset, as "mottled red and black, like the underside of an eyelid," a simile *so* good I can't get it out of my mind. Though my time in central Africa was brief, I found Gordimer's descriptions entirely accurate and convincing. A constant thread in the novel and, for this reader, the real highlight.
Gordimer also deserves credit for fully realizing her imaginary Central African country. But, reading "A Guest of Honour" now in 2022, 52 years after she published the novel, it all seems predictable. The flames, the violence and bloodshed you know is coming, even as the earnest lefties living in her imaginary capital or in the northern province of Gala, seem to not envision.
The main character, Bray, I found unappealing, his "love affair" with Rebecca unconvincing. Much more interesting were the two leaders of the African independence movement - Mweta and Shinza - with whom Bray had sided while a colonial administrator for England. "A Guest of Honour" opens with a blizzard of characters, it seems impossible to keep track of who is who, and while things settle down and become clearer, I had a tough time keeping track of where some characters stood.
It's difficult, if not impossible, for a 21st century American to fathom what it must have been like to endure the racism and contempt black Africans faced under colonial rule. There's a part of me, however, that can sympathize with the hatred and desire for revenge such experience must engender. But history has spoken on this, and the machinations of committed left-wingers have been convicted. The deep problem with "A Guest of Honour" is its politics. Today, the characters' love of Fanon and other high priests of mid-20th century left-wing thought, seems sinister. There is even an astounding bit where one of the characters (I think it's Dando, the British lawyer who has become Mweta's attorney general and whose friendship with Bray goes back years) casually throws aside Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, Castro and others as regrettable blips. As if decades in which in every country, on every continent, in which socialist principles have been put into effect haven't ended in death and terror. It's completely bewildering to me, how such history can continue, unbroken, and never shake the faith of adherents.
Consequently, "A Guest of Honour" fails because Gordimer's political underpinning, which is obviously what she wanted to "matter" in the novel, has been so thoroughly discredited.
Of course, those readers who share this left-wing philosophy will find "A Guest of Honour" endlessly fascinating. For others, I'd reiterate people should definitely read "The Conservationist," which deals with some of the same material in a much more nuanced way and in a way that, to this reader, seems more modern and reasonable.