Alan Paton’s Cry, The Beloved Country is one of those novels that I’ve known about for ever, but never managed to read. Given my recent spate of reading South African historical novels, I thought it would be appropriate to tackle it.
Superficially it tells the story of a poor rural black parson who goes to Johannesburg in search of his son. At a more fundamental level, however, I found it reminiscent of Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart – the decline of a tribal society in the face of Western culture, and the void left behind because no one creates new social structures to replace it.
The prose is excellent, and even with my rather poor Xhosa I could pick up that the style of dialogue and, where following the Zulu parson, the text strongly echo the manner in which Nguni languages like Xhosa and Zulu function. There is also lovely use of metaphor: the writing is rich with imagery.
It is easy to see why this relatively short novel has become a modern classic.


Ek het oor die afgelope paar weke Loftus Marais se digbundel Staan in die algemeen nader aan vensters gelees.
Given my ongoing fascination with language and linguistics, when I saw Steven Pinker’s The Language Instinct in our campus bookshop I couldn’t resist the temptation to buy it. It was truly an excellent purchase.
I bought The Diving-Bell & the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby in a charity store when I was in London, the title catching my eye because I was aware that a movie had been made of it (although I was unaware what it was about).
Blood on the Path by Harvey Tyson is a historical novel chronicling the events in South Africa between 1880 and 1930, notably the Anglo-Boer War and the formation of the Union of South Africa.
A remarkable woman I had the good fortune to work with a few weeks ago recommended Thomas More’s classical text Utopia as a book she’d found formative. I found it in our university library and read it.
Ek het André P Brink se roman ‘n Droë Wit Seisoen op aanbeveling van ‘n vriendin gelees, en het dit besonder insiggewend ervaar.
Having just finished reading Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief I struggle to put the experience into words. It is easily one of the most emotionally enthralling books I’ve read, and one of very very few that could bring tears to my eyes.



