"Even ordinary things like cups, brooms, pots, and houses were a pleasure to him to contemplate, once he had become aware of their existence, as though all these things would anchor him firmly to the earth. They also strengthened his resolve to be a future millionaire, for many a future millionaire must have had a dead child in his life who had died from lack of proper food, and he must have had a one-room hut in which he could hardly move and breathe. … If a man didn’t have dreams like this, in Africa, he would end up food for the vultures too."
In description, Head's novels are concerned with village life in 1960s Botswana, but that belies the depth of political sophistication here, combined with an affecting talent for depicting agonised emotional lives.
Head's early life was exceptional, her situation only explicable in terms of South African Apartheid: born to white mother, adopted to a white couple until her skin colour settled in when she was abruptly surrendered and fostered with a 'coloured' family, an arrangement that ended at 12 - with Head simply told she would never be returning from school again. Brilliant at schooling, out of place in South Africa's rigidly race-based social system, Head immersed herself in the Pan-African movement, then the protests in Soweto, then the African-artistic movement. Betrayed to the police in a faction fight, disillusioned by a terrible marriage to a Black leader, and with fragile mental health, she fled across to border with her toddler to Botswana where she spent 15 years in poverty seeking political asylum and residency.
None of this, of course, has anything to do with When Rain Clouds Gather and Maru, except that it explains some of just how very good they are. Head's prose is deceptively simple, but the straightforward nature of the prose and the plot creates a canvas in which the tumult of her character's internal lives play out.
When Rain Clouds Gather is the more straightforward of the two - a tale about a refugee who seeks a purpose over the border, which is really about change, survival and 'progress'. Head's rejection of organised politics is not subtle - "There were four or five such liberation parties with little or no membership among the people but many undersecretaries general." - but her sense of optimism and trust in the efforts of the poor makes this an ultimately hopeful and, dare I say it, inspiring read. Her central core of characters - including a young English communal farming pioneer and a young mother furious to find something better than marriage - make mistakes but ultimately struggle to purpose.
Maru is a much stranger beast. A short tale with a lot going on, the perspectives of each character are disturbingly off-kilter, asking the reader to both empathise and critique. In the end, the story is disquieting, challenging what might be happy and for whom. It will take some distance to unpack, which is an excellent thing.