BIVOUAC by Kwame Dawes is a new release by Akashic Books.
Kwame Dawes is the “author of 21 books of poetry and other books of fiction, criticism and essays. He is series director of the African Poetry Book Series”.
I received this ARC (Advance Reading Copy) from Akashic Books in exchange for an unbiased and honest review.
“When Ferron Morgan’s father (George Ferron Morgan) dies in suspicious circumstances, his trauma is exacerbated by the conflict within his family and among his father’s friends over whether the death was the result of medical negligence or if it was a political assassination. Ferron grew up in awe of his father’s radical political endeavors, but in later years watched as the resurgence of the political right in the Caribbean in the 1980s robbed the man of his faith.”
“He begins to investigate the direction of his life with great intensity, in particular his instinct to keep moving on and running from trouble.” (Akashic Books Press Kit)
Many chapters are preceded by the ‘Unpublished Notes of George Ferron Morgan’. I don’t have a sense of the ‘history’ that the author (Mr. Dawes) is writing about - the politics of the Caribbean, in general, and Jamaica, in particular. I can’t form a judgement whether George Ferron Morgan was an important, respected revolutionary of sorts, or just a complaining, arrogant politico wannabe. The lack of information, the lack of background confused me and made it hard to decide if if he was, indeed, murdered, or if he simply fell down the stairs.
Our main character, Ferron Morgan - I can’t understand this guy. He seems consumed by inertia. He lives as if in a trance. He is very robotic - rarely responding to stimuli. He seems to choose his deep emotions like a kid choosing an ice cream flavor - what’s the special today?
I would describe Ferron as depressed (and depressing), fatalistic, narcissistic, furtive, selfish and cowardly. He is also grief-stricken and traumatized, I feel no relationship with him at all and I don’t like him much, either.
He is riddled with guilt, yet does not try to rise above it and is then filled with self-loathing.
I did have trouble with the patois. It was hard to understand. But, of course, it provided a sense of place and context for the story.
Mr. Dawes’ prose was lovely - insightful, flowing, descriptive. I did like ‘reading’ the book. His descriptions of the air, the heat, the sun, the dark night - I felt such a strong sense of being in the present in this place.
I am glad to have read this book by Kwame Dawes. It left me pondering many emotional questions.