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Após fugir da aldeia onde nasceu, numa região fustigada pela pobreza, pela fome e pela doença, o jovem Ilyas chega a uma pequena cidade costeira onde assiste a um desfile da Schutztruppe, a feroz «tropa de protecção» da África Oriental Alemã. Anos mais tarde, perante a iminência de uma grande guerra entre Britânicos e Alemães, que estalaria em Tanga, em 1914, Ilyas decide juntar-se a esse mesmo exército de mercenários africanos, prometendo à sua irmã mais nova voltar muito em breve. A promessa fica por cumprir, e o paradeiro desconhecido do irmão ensombra a vida de Afiya até que ela conhece Hamza, um desertor generoso e sonhador que conseguiu escapar aos horrores da guerra. Entre ambos nascerá uma história de amor improvável que ligará as duas famílias, e os continentes africano e europeu.
Entrelaçando história e ficção, Vidas Seguintes é um romance lúcido e trágico sobre África, o legado colonial e as atrocidades da guerra, bem como as infinitas contradições da natureza humana.
304 pages, Paperback
First published September 17, 2020


Gurnah’s latest novel, the magnificent Afterlives from 2020, takes up where Paradise ends. And as in that work, the setting is the beginning of the 20th century, a time before the end of German colonisation of East Africa in 1919. Hamza, a youth reminiscent of Yusuf in Paradise, is forced to go to war on the Germans’ side and becomes dependent on an officer who sexually exploits him. He is wounded in an internal clash between German soldiers and is left at a field hospital for care. But when he returns to his birthplace on the coast he finds neither family nor friends. History’s capricious winds rule and as in Desertion we follow the plot through several generations, up until the Nazis’ unrealised plan for the recolonisation of East Africa. Gurnah again uses name-changing when the story shifts course and Hamza’s son Ilias becomes Elias under German rule. The denouement is shocking and as unexpected as it is alarming. But in fact the same thought recurs constantly in the book: the individual is defenceless if the reigning ideology – here, racism – demands submission and sacrifice.
At other times she was afraid she would lose him, and he would move on as he had come, heading nowhere in particular but away from her. She had understood that much about him, from looking and listening, that he was a man who was dangling, uprooted, likely to come loose. Or at least that was what she guessed from what she saw, that he was too diffident to make the decisive move, that one day she would wait for him to come to the door for the bread money and he would not appear and would be gone from her life forever.