Devil on the Cross

291 sidor

På English

Publicerades 11 april 2017 av Penguin Classics.

ISBN:
978-0-14-310736-1
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Goodreads:
18693722

The latest addition to the Penguin African Writers Series: the great Kenyan writer Ngugi wa Thiong’o’s powerful fictional critique of capitalism

One of the cornerstones of Ngugi wa Thiong’o’s fame, Devil on the Cross was written in secret, on toilet paper, while Ngugi was in prison. It tells the tragic story of Wariinga, a young woman who moves from a rural Kenyan town to the capital, Nairobi, only to be exploited by her boss and later by a corrupt businessman. As she struggles to survive, Wariinga begins to realize that her problems are only symptoms of a larger societal malaise and that much of the misfortune stems from the Western, capitalist influences on her country. An impassioned cry for a Kenya free of dictatorship and for African writers to work in their own local dialects, Devil on the Cross has had a profound influence on Africa and on post-colonial …

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Kenyan classic

Devil on the Cross by Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o (1938) is one of the most staggering novels I have read. While it reminded me of John Steinbeck’s social activism (In Dubious Battle), George Orwell’s dystopian world-building (1984), and Mikhail Bulgakov’s play with the devil (The Master and Margarita), it is first and foremost a thought-provoking reflection on postcolonial Kenyan society.

Certain people in Ilmorog, our Ilmorog, told me that this story was too disgraceful, too shameful, that it should be concealed in the depths of everlasting darkness. There were others who claimed that it was a matter for tears and sorrow, that it should be suppressed so that we should not shed tears a second time. I asked them: How can we cover up pits in our courtyard with leaves or grass, saying to ourselves that because our eyes cannot now see the holes, …

recenserade Devil on the cross av Ngugi wa Thiong’o (African writers series -- 200.)

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By far the weakest Ngugi I've read. While it still has some of the same great characterisation and pissed-off political analysis as Petals Of Blood and Wizard Of The Crow, it far too often turns into something that reads more like a play than a novel, where characters representing various factions simply recite long monologues of Post-Colonial Marxism 101 at each other. The fact that he wrote it while imprisoned for political crimes (supposedly, the chapters are of varying length because he wrote it on whatever paper he managed to get a hold of - including toilet paper) probably explains that, the novel is more a call to action than a subtle allegory, but it doesn't necessarily make it a better book. The ending packs one hell of a punch, though.