Film sur le Rwanda "Quelques jours en avril" sur Arte le 22 fevrier
by Kapok
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Demain soir sur arte, "Sometimes in April" ( traduit "quelques jours en Avril"), un film très reussi sur le genocide rwandais
un film a ne pas manquer
Celui ci montre de façon réaliste le réalité de l'horreur, et met en évidence plusieurs aspects de cette histoire... la découpe à la machette, la préparation du génocide, la façon dont le peuple a suivi, et meme laisse entendre parler(trop peu ou vite fait) des massacres de 92, l'importance de l'assassinat du president rawandais et burundais, l'indifférence de l'occident ...il n'est pas tourné façon "hollywood" ce que j'ai trouvé dommage pour "Hotel Rwanda". "Un dimanche à Kigali" est pas trop mal, mais il met trop en évidence l'histoire d'amour et une certaine naïveté à certains moments de la part du journaliste canadien que je trouve limite irréaliste donc un peu de sauce aussi par dessus pour le film, à mon gout biensur .
"Qqs jours en Avril" me plait mieux si on peut dire ça, car il est tres marquant dans la façon dont il est fait.
Et toi à ton avis ?
Choucarde
je n'ai pas vu "un dimanche a Kigali" mais j'ai regardé il n'y a pas lontemps "Hotel Rwanda" et "Shooting Dogs"
"Sometimes in April" est surement le plus complet et le moins hollywoodien comme tu dis
Mais "Shooting dogs" reste celui qui m'a le plus marqué
Peut etre parce que c'est le premier que j'ai vu sur le sujet. Il est par contre beaucoup plus violent que les deux autres. une grande partie de l'equipe du film sont des survivants de l'histoire racontée.
"Hotel rwanda" est pour moi le moins reussi des 3 mais il est plus destiné au grand public.
Je ne connaissais pas "un dimanche à Kigali"
il en reste encore un autre que je n'ai pas encore vu. c'est "100 Days"
Shoting dogs est resté très peu de temps à l'affiche, seulement 2 ou 3 semaines à Paris, j'ai réussi tout de même à le voir.
Ce film est très marquant. Pour moi, c'est le meilleur qui ait été réalisé sur le sujet.
Vous n'avez pas signalé le film documentaire Opération turquoise qui a fait polémique, mais qui me semble assez proche également de la réalité. Il traite de l'intervention française 3 mois après le début du génocide. Et 800 000 morts plus tard. On y voit même une interview du jeune sarkozy, alors porte parole du gvt balladur, juste avant sa trahison chiraquienne
Sur le sujet j'ai lu 3 livres que je conseille :J'ai serré la main du diable, de dallaire (chef des troupes de l'onu pendant le genocide)Le livre de Saint-Exeupéry (qui fustige l'attitude de la france)Le livre de Péans, qui se veut plus nuancé
Pour terminer, je rappelle que le général français chargé de l'operation turquoise a affirmé qu'avec 2500 soldats occidentaux en avril 94, le genocide aurait été tout simplement évité !
Seulement 2500....
Ce film est très marquant. Pour moi, c'est le meilleur qui ait été réalisé sur le sujet.
Vous n'avez pas signalé le film documentaire Opération turquoise qui a fait polémique, mais qui me semble assez proche également de la réalité. Il traite de l'intervention française 3 mois après le début du génocide. Et 800 000 morts plus tard. On y voit même une interview du jeune sarkozy, alors porte parole du gvt balladur, juste avant sa trahison chiraquienne
Sur le sujet j'ai lu 3 livres que je conseille :J'ai serré la main du diable, de dallaire (chef des troupes de l'onu pendant le genocide)Le livre de Saint-Exeupéry (qui fustige l'attitude de la france)Le livre de Péans, qui se veut plus nuancé
Pour terminer, je rappelle que le général français chargé de l'operation turquoise a affirmé qu'avec 2500 soldats occidentaux en avril 94, le genocide aurait été tout simplement évité !
Seulement 2500....
Ben
Merci pour ces infos! Je crois de toute façon ces films tres marquants, tout comme m'a marqué ce que m'a raconté une rwandaise au Burundi.
Je ne sais pas trop au sujet de l'opération Turquoise ...Et comment se fait il que la France a aidé à armer(cf le film sometimes in April)... Stoppé le génocide ..oui mais peut etre simplement retardé....mais ça ce n'est que mon avis ...
Le livre de Pierre Péan a fait polémique il me semble ?? Je l'ai vu à la médiathèque, c'est un pavé et j'ai pas eu le courage...peut etre plus tard.
Choucarde
Le dimanche à Kigali, est-ce que cela un rapport avec le livre de Gil Courtemanche "Un dimanche à la piscine de Kigali" ?
Je suis en train de le lire (j'en suis presqu'à la fin), c'est un livre que j'aime beaucoup mais on peut pas le classer au rayon des bouquins rigolos & détendants...
Je suis en train de le lire (j'en suis presqu'à la fin), c'est un livre que j'aime beaucoup mais on peut pas le classer au rayon des bouquins rigolos & détendants...
Emmanuel
Je ne sais pas ..."un dimanche à Kigali" en fait ça raconte l'histoire d'un journaliste canadien qui vient au Rwanda faire un reportage sur le sida et qui tombe amouraux d'une rwandaise...on ressent bien la tension avant que le génocide se déclenche entre autre ... c'est une histoire d'amour sur fond de génocide. A voir aussi.
Choucarde
C'est visiblement tiré du livre que je suis en train de finir : Le journaliste canadien s'appelle Valcourt et la fille tutsie Gentille.
Pas de grandes descriptions du massacre mais quelques faits précis bien pas ragoutants et surtout la sensation que c'était annoncé et que toutes les puissances occidentales ont bien fermés sciemment les yeux. Une sensation d'inéluctable de quelque chose qui monte qui monte...
Je ne peux pas dire que j'ai trouvé ça particulièrement fleur bleue (comme tu as l'air de le suggérer 😛...)
Pas de grandes descriptions du massacre mais quelques faits précis bien pas ragoutants et surtout la sensation que c'était annoncé et que toutes les puissances occidentales ont bien fermés sciemment les yeux. Une sensation d'inéluctable de quelque chose qui monte qui monte...
Je ne peux pas dire que j'ai trouvé ça particulièrement fleur bleue (comme tu as l'air de le suggérer 😛...)
Emmanuel
Oui donc c bien ça.
Ce qui n'est pas fleur bleue c'est bien le contexte dans lequel se passe cette histoire d'amour, Valcourt d'ailleurs hésite un moment sentant bien les problemes dans lequel il va se retrouver, mais ...
Le film parle aussi de ce que tu dis et de qq chose qui monte ....d'inéluctable...
C'est sur que ce ne sont pas des films ou des livres qui détendent surtout avant de dormir !
Choucarde
non dsl j'ai eu un petit problème technique!! (ça n'a pas marquer mon msg!!🙁)
je suis venu pr chercher des informations récentes sur la vie au Rwanda... et pr avoir des témoignages de voyage là-bas!! car je souhait y partir cet été.
voili si quelqu'un lit cet apel a témoins!!😉
je suis venu pr chercher des informations récentes sur la vie au Rwanda... et pr avoir des témoignages de voyage là-bas!! car je souhait y partir cet été.
voili si quelqu'un lit cet apel a témoins!!😉
à chacun de fair le petit quelque chose qui fait que ça pourait aller mieux pour tout le monde!!!
Bonsoir tout le monde!
Je viens juste de découvrir votre discussion sur les films évoquant le génocide au Rwanda et je ne peux m'empecher de vous faire part de mon sentiment a propos de ce sujet.
J'ai été, comme vous, très très touchée par ces productions. En fait, lorsque le génocide à eu lieu je n'avais que 4 ans donc je n'étais pas très au courant de ce qu'il se passer en plus de la fausse médiatisation. Je n'avais encore jamais vraiment entendu parlé de génocide en Afrique jusqu'à il y a un peu plus de 2 mois. En effet, j'ai regardé le film Hotel Rwanda et j'ai été bouleversée. Je me suis sentie indignée par mon ignorance et j'ai jamais ressenti autant de haine contre les politiciens!!! Depuis, j'ai enchainé tous les films similaires tels que Shooting dogs, Un dimanche à Kigali, Sometimes in April, Tuez les Tous (super documentaire sur l'implication de la France) et des documentaires empruntés à la médiathèques sur la réinsertion des prisonniers dans le pays. J'ai adoré ces films. Je les trouve très bien produits. Cette histoire est gravée dans ma tête. J'ai été très touchée aussi justement sur les réactions des familles qui ont survécu 10 ans après le génocide. Bref tout ce qui concerne cette histoire m'a bouleversée!
Depuis, je m'intéresse énormément à l'Afrique, je trouve ça dommage de réagir ainsi seulement après avoir vu des images d'une catastrophe comme celle ci mais à présent j'ai ouvert les yeux et l'histoire des pays africains me passionnent! Je fais des bons quand je vois la moindre image de guerre en Afrique et que tout le monde s'en fou. C'est devenu quelque chose d'important pour moi.
J'ai même décider de partir au Burkina Faso pendant un mois en Septembre! :) Le Rwanda reste un pays pour moi que je souhaite voir un jour impérativement!!!!
Voila je vous raconte un peu ma vie mais ca me fait plaisir de lire des messages comme les votres où on s'intéresse un peu plus à l'Afrique et à son histoire!
Merci a vous
J'ai été, comme vous, très très touchée par ces productions. En fait, lorsque le génocide à eu lieu je n'avais que 4 ans donc je n'étais pas très au courant de ce qu'il se passer en plus de la fausse médiatisation. Je n'avais encore jamais vraiment entendu parlé de génocide en Afrique jusqu'à il y a un peu plus de 2 mois. En effet, j'ai regardé le film Hotel Rwanda et j'ai été bouleversée. Je me suis sentie indignée par mon ignorance et j'ai jamais ressenti autant de haine contre les politiciens!!! Depuis, j'ai enchainé tous les films similaires tels que Shooting dogs, Un dimanche à Kigali, Sometimes in April, Tuez les Tous (super documentaire sur l'implication de la France) et des documentaires empruntés à la médiathèques sur la réinsertion des prisonniers dans le pays. J'ai adoré ces films. Je les trouve très bien produits. Cette histoire est gravée dans ma tête. J'ai été très touchée aussi justement sur les réactions des familles qui ont survécu 10 ans après le génocide. Bref tout ce qui concerne cette histoire m'a bouleversée!
Depuis, je m'intéresse énormément à l'Afrique, je trouve ça dommage de réagir ainsi seulement après avoir vu des images d'une catastrophe comme celle ci mais à présent j'ai ouvert les yeux et l'histoire des pays africains me passionnent! Je fais des bons quand je vois la moindre image de guerre en Afrique et que tout le monde s'en fou. C'est devenu quelque chose d'important pour moi.
J'ai même décider de partir au Burkina Faso pendant un mois en Septembre! :) Le Rwanda reste un pays pour moi que je souhaite voir un jour impérativement!!!!
Voila je vous raconte un peu ma vie mais ca me fait plaisir de lire des messages comme les votres où on s'intéresse un peu plus à l'Afrique et à son histoire!
Merci a vous
moi j'en avais que 6 en 1994 donc je ne me souviens pas de grand chose non plus, seulement des images de ces camps de refugiés au Zaire.
Je ne connaissais pas le documentaire "Tuez les tous", je viens donc de le regarder après avoir lu ton message. En effet le film montre bien comment le France, pour conserver son influence dans la region, a participé au massacre. je retiendrai une phrase qui resume bien l'hypocrisie de nos dirigeants : "J'ai un sentiment de legitime fierté pour la manière de la france a montré l'exemple" prononcé en 98 par Alain Juppé.
Je te souhaite de pouvoir realiser ton projet au burkina. Que comptes tu faire la bas? Bonne journée
PS: si quelqu'un d'autre veut le lien pour regarder "Tuez les tous" je peux vous l'envoyer en privé
Je ne connaissais pas le documentaire "Tuez les tous", je viens donc de le regarder après avoir lu ton message. En effet le film montre bien comment le France, pour conserver son influence dans la region, a participé au massacre. je retiendrai une phrase qui resume bien l'hypocrisie de nos dirigeants : "J'ai un sentiment de legitime fierté pour la manière de la france a montré l'exemple" prononcé en 98 par Alain Juppé.
Je te souhaite de pouvoir realiser ton projet au burkina. Que comptes tu faire la bas? Bonne journée
PS: si quelqu'un d'autre veut le lien pour regarder "Tuez les tous" je peux vous l'envoyer en privé
Si tu ignorais ce qu'était le génocide rwandais, c'est aussi à cause de tes profs. Moi, tous les élèves de 5e savent ce qui c'est passé au Rwanda en 1994. Ils ont le droit à une piqure de rappel en 3e.
J'avais moi-même 18ans, je préparais mon bac puis le passais au moment du génocide (avril/mai/juin 1994, pour l'essentiel). J'ai assez peu de souvenirs du traitement de l'événement dans mes médias, à l'époque, je me rappelle uniquement de quelques images. C'est surtout après qu'on a su ce qui c'était passé.
Le gouvernement français le savait, lui, à l'image de toutes les puissances. Mais tous furent indifférents ou lâches, ou les deux. On se préoccupait surtout de la guerre de Bosnie, à ce moment.
Si j'avais eu quelques années de plus, je me demande si je ne me serais pas engagé comme mercenaire auprès du FPR tutsi. Si on avait su dès le début ce qui se passait, l'opinion mondiale aurait réagi.
En tout cas, je te félicite pour ton investissement personnel sur cette question si douloureuse et humiliante pour l'humanité et surtout pour ses dirigeants.
J'avais moi-même 18ans, je préparais mon bac puis le passais au moment du génocide (avril/mai/juin 1994, pour l'essentiel). J'ai assez peu de souvenirs du traitement de l'événement dans mes médias, à l'époque, je me rappelle uniquement de quelques images. C'est surtout après qu'on a su ce qui c'était passé.
Le gouvernement français le savait, lui, à l'image de toutes les puissances. Mais tous furent indifférents ou lâches, ou les deux. On se préoccupait surtout de la guerre de Bosnie, à ce moment.
Si j'avais eu quelques années de plus, je me demande si je ne me serais pas engagé comme mercenaire auprès du FPR tutsi. Si on avait su dès le début ce qui se passait, l'opinion mondiale aurait réagi.
En tout cas, je te félicite pour ton investissement personnel sur cette question si douloureuse et humiliante pour l'humanité et surtout pour ses dirigeants.
Ben
Je suis contente de voir que mon message suscite des reponses !!😄😄
Alors Kapok comment as tu trouvé le documentaire? J'ai beaucoup aimé parce que je le trouve encore différent des autres, en plus il y a des temoignages très intéressants. Et oui l'implication de la France dans tout ca a tout de meme eu son iomportance malgrè les croyances.
Depuis, la France et le Rwanda n'ont plus aucune liaison diplomatique... 🙁 Lorsque je me suis renseignée pour y aller, je me suis rendue compte qu'il fallait passer par l'ambassade rwandaise de Belgique pour obtenir un visa. En France, il n'y a meme plus d'ambassade... c'est bien dommage. J'ai vu recement (fin janvier) que le ministre des affaires etrangeres s'etait rendu au Rwanda ainsi que d'autres pays africains pour ameliorer les relations. Je ne sais pas trop ce qu'il en est maintenant. En meme temps, personne n'en parle ! j'ai vu cette info sur les infos en Afrique sur France Ô, c'est pour dire comme ca leur parait important !! Bref...
Pour mon projet au Burkina : En fait je vais (peut etre) partir grace à l'association Zellidja qui permet aux jeunes de mon age qui veulent partir seuls de se rendre le pays ou le le lieu de leur choix en leur accordant une bourse. Pour cela, il faut avoir un sujet d'etude qui nous tienne à coeur. Pour ma part je ferai un rapport sur la situation des femmes burkinabé. Et en fonction de notre projet d'etude, nous devons preparer un itinéraire previsonnel adapté, un budget previsionnel (le plus economique bien sur), avoir des contacts sur place et preciser nos motivations. Cette association est une vrai chance pour les jeunes qui aiment voyager et qui se sentent de partir seuls.
Donc voila, si ca interesse quelqu'un ou si vous voulez plus d'infos n'hesitez pas je vous repondrai!!!
Et merci pour votre attention! Morgane
Depuis, la France et le Rwanda n'ont plus aucune liaison diplomatique... 🙁 Lorsque je me suis renseignée pour y aller, je me suis rendue compte qu'il fallait passer par l'ambassade rwandaise de Belgique pour obtenir un visa. En France, il n'y a meme plus d'ambassade... c'est bien dommage. J'ai vu recement (fin janvier) que le ministre des affaires etrangeres s'etait rendu au Rwanda ainsi que d'autres pays africains pour ameliorer les relations. Je ne sais pas trop ce qu'il en est maintenant. En meme temps, personne n'en parle ! j'ai vu cette info sur les infos en Afrique sur France Ô, c'est pour dire comme ca leur parait important !! Bref...
Pour mon projet au Burkina : En fait je vais (peut etre) partir grace à l'association Zellidja qui permet aux jeunes de mon age qui veulent partir seuls de se rendre le pays ou le le lieu de leur choix en leur accordant une bourse. Pour cela, il faut avoir un sujet d'etude qui nous tienne à coeur. Pour ma part je ferai un rapport sur la situation des femmes burkinabé. Et en fonction de notre projet d'etude, nous devons preparer un itinéraire previsonnel adapté, un budget previsionnel (le plus economique bien sur), avoir des contacts sur place et preciser nos motivations. Cette association est une vrai chance pour les jeunes qui aiment voyager et qui se sentent de partir seuls.
Donc voila, si ca interesse quelqu'un ou si vous voulez plus d'infos n'hesitez pas je vous repondrai!!!
Et merci pour votre attention! Morgane
Salut !
Je ne saurai dire si c'est la faute de me profs, mais il est vrai que ce n'est pas eux qui me l'ont appris jusque la ! Certes, ils ne peuvent pas tout m'apprendre mais j'estime que c'est un évènement important. On en a bien fait toute une montagne pour les évènements de 2001 (que je ne revendique en aucun cas bien sur! c'est un évènement qui m'a beaucoup marqué egalement surtout que j'etais en age de comprendre), alors pourquoi ne parlions nous pas de tout ce qu'il se passe dans tous ces autres pays dans les quels se passent tant de choses. Je ne comprends pas.
Tu es un prof d'histoire? C'est bien que tu leur en parle, au moins qu'ils sachent ce qu'il s'est passé apres c'est à eux de s'en faire leur propre idée je pense.
Encore que, jusqu'a cette année (je suis maintenant en terminale S) je detestais presque l'histoire! C'etait LA matiere qui me freinait je n'aimais pas les cours, je m'ennuyais, et je supportais pas apprendre mes lecons d'histoire! Ca ne m'intéressait pas du tout ! La seule chose dont je me souvienne du colege est lorsque ma prof de 5 eme avait prononcé le mot Ouagadougou je ne sais meme pls pourquoi d'ailleurs. Mais ce mot m'est resté et je me demandais toujours comment un mot comme celui la pouvait exister! lol je n'ai pas eu l'intelligence de chercher d'ou venait ce mot jusqu'a ce qu'il réapparaisse dans ma vie, c'etait pas plus tard qu'il y a 2 mois!!
Bref, maintenant l'histoire est devenue quelque chose d'important meme si l'histoire de la France commence à me sortir des yeux! Je prefere les histoires des autres...! Tout ce pour dire aussi que ca depend enormement du prof parce qu'un prof qui n'est pas a fond dans ce qu'il dit, ne donne pas envie d'apprendre. C'est tres domage parce qu'on passe à coté de beaucoup de choses au final.
Pour en revenir au Rwanda, les médias n'ont pas fait leur travail... comme quoi c'est facile d'ignorer et de faire comme si. C'est dramatique de voir ca, parce que je suis sure que meme si les 'grands' disent : il faut eviter un nouveau massacre comme celui la ; je sais qu'ils ne feront rien surtout s'il n'y a rien derriere. Nous savons que l'on peut eviter ca, surtout que maintenant les populations américaines et europeennes arrivent à se faire entendre quand elles le veulent. Mais les médias sont notre seule source, et si eux dès le départ cache la vérité alors il est vrai qu'il est difficile de se rendre compte des choses. On parle toujours de clivage interethnique mais c'est trop facile de dire ca (j'ai d'ailleurs bien suivi le probleme des elections au Kenya et il y a quelque chose de pas net encore). Je ne sais pas si vous avez suivi la breve venue de Monsieure W.Bush au mémorial de Kigali il n'y a pas tres longtemps. Mais je n'ai vu que de l'hypocrisie dans sa tenue et ses paroles. Mais je ne sais pas ce que vous en pensez. C'est peut etre moi qui ramene toujours la faute sur lui et son gouvernement. Surtout que, j'ai été aussi très marqué par les évènement du 11 Septembre à New York, en plus que j'etais plus en age de comprendre. Mais on en a fait beaucoup (un peu trop?) en rapport avec tout ce qui se passe autour dans les autres pays. Avec le recul je me rends compte qu'il y a une diférence enorme. Nous avons recu l'nformation tres peu de temps apres la premiere catastrophe alors que pour les autres pays ca met des jours! Ca me désolé beaucoup de voir la reaction des gens quand on leur parle de 2001 et quand on leur parle de 1994. Enfin c'est chacun son point de vue.
Roooo je parle trop. Excusez moi...😐😏
Tu es un prof d'histoire? C'est bien que tu leur en parle, au moins qu'ils sachent ce qu'il s'est passé apres c'est à eux de s'en faire leur propre idée je pense.
Encore que, jusqu'a cette année (je suis maintenant en terminale S) je detestais presque l'histoire! C'etait LA matiere qui me freinait je n'aimais pas les cours, je m'ennuyais, et je supportais pas apprendre mes lecons d'histoire! Ca ne m'intéressait pas du tout ! La seule chose dont je me souvienne du colege est lorsque ma prof de 5 eme avait prononcé le mot Ouagadougou je ne sais meme pls pourquoi d'ailleurs. Mais ce mot m'est resté et je me demandais toujours comment un mot comme celui la pouvait exister! lol je n'ai pas eu l'intelligence de chercher d'ou venait ce mot jusqu'a ce qu'il réapparaisse dans ma vie, c'etait pas plus tard qu'il y a 2 mois!!
Bref, maintenant l'histoire est devenue quelque chose d'important meme si l'histoire de la France commence à me sortir des yeux! Je prefere les histoires des autres...! Tout ce pour dire aussi que ca depend enormement du prof parce qu'un prof qui n'est pas a fond dans ce qu'il dit, ne donne pas envie d'apprendre. C'est tres domage parce qu'on passe à coté de beaucoup de choses au final.
Pour en revenir au Rwanda, les médias n'ont pas fait leur travail... comme quoi c'est facile d'ignorer et de faire comme si. C'est dramatique de voir ca, parce que je suis sure que meme si les 'grands' disent : il faut eviter un nouveau massacre comme celui la ; je sais qu'ils ne feront rien surtout s'il n'y a rien derriere. Nous savons que l'on peut eviter ca, surtout que maintenant les populations américaines et europeennes arrivent à se faire entendre quand elles le veulent. Mais les médias sont notre seule source, et si eux dès le départ cache la vérité alors il est vrai qu'il est difficile de se rendre compte des choses. On parle toujours de clivage interethnique mais c'est trop facile de dire ca (j'ai d'ailleurs bien suivi le probleme des elections au Kenya et il y a quelque chose de pas net encore). Je ne sais pas si vous avez suivi la breve venue de Monsieure W.Bush au mémorial de Kigali il n'y a pas tres longtemps. Mais je n'ai vu que de l'hypocrisie dans sa tenue et ses paroles. Mais je ne sais pas ce que vous en pensez. C'est peut etre moi qui ramene toujours la faute sur lui et son gouvernement. Surtout que, j'ai été aussi très marqué par les évènement du 11 Septembre à New York, en plus que j'etais plus en age de comprendre. Mais on en a fait beaucoup (un peu trop?) en rapport avec tout ce qui se passe autour dans les autres pays. Avec le recul je me rends compte qu'il y a une diférence enorme. Nous avons recu l'nformation tres peu de temps apres la premiere catastrophe alors que pour les autres pays ca met des jours! Ca me désolé beaucoup de voir la reaction des gens quand on leur parle de 2001 et quand on leur parle de 1994. Enfin c'est chacun son point de vue.
Roooo je parle trop. Excusez moi...😐😏
"Je ne sais pas si vous avez suivi la breve venue de Monsieure W.Bush au mémorial de Kigali il n'y a pas tres longtemps."
Les US ne sont pas intervenus pendant le génocide. Ni après. Ils ont toutefois vendu (mais pas offert) à l'ONU quelques vieux camions destinés aux maigres troupes onusiennes présentes pendant le génocide. La majorité était hors-service (source : Dallaire, le général canadien chef des troupes de l'ONU pdt le génocide).
Les US, pro tutsis (donc pro génocidés) ressortaient de la crise somalienne de 1993 (voir le film Le faucon noir, de R. Scott), leurs 20 morts les avaient traumatisés.
Comme les belges l'ont été le peu apres le debut du genocide apres le massacre de 10 de leurs soldats. Résultat, ils ont quitté le pays.
Il est une réalité terrible qui nous montre comment fonctionnent nos démocraties : aucun Etat au monde n'est près à sacrifier quelques dizaines de ses soldats pour sauver quelques centaines de milliers de noirs africains...
Quant à tes profs, vu ton âge, tu était en 5e et en 3e il y a quelques années. En 5e, à propos de l'afrique, le programme prévoit de parler des conflits récurrents sur ce continent. Il est impossible de ne pas parler du rwanda (800 000 morts en 1994) à cette occasion. En 3e on parle de géopolitique. Donc de conflits dans le monde. C'est une autre occasion pertinente d'évoquer le Rwanda. Il semble que tes profs ne l'aient pas fait. Sinon tu t'en serais souvenue.
Les US ne sont pas intervenus pendant le génocide. Ni après. Ils ont toutefois vendu (mais pas offert) à l'ONU quelques vieux camions destinés aux maigres troupes onusiennes présentes pendant le génocide. La majorité était hors-service (source : Dallaire, le général canadien chef des troupes de l'ONU pdt le génocide).
Les US, pro tutsis (donc pro génocidés) ressortaient de la crise somalienne de 1993 (voir le film Le faucon noir, de R. Scott), leurs 20 morts les avaient traumatisés.
Comme les belges l'ont été le peu apres le debut du genocide apres le massacre de 10 de leurs soldats. Résultat, ils ont quitté le pays.
Il est une réalité terrible qui nous montre comment fonctionnent nos démocraties : aucun Etat au monde n'est près à sacrifier quelques dizaines de ses soldats pour sauver quelques centaines de milliers de noirs africains...
Quant à tes profs, vu ton âge, tu était en 5e et en 3e il y a quelques années. En 5e, à propos de l'afrique, le programme prévoit de parler des conflits récurrents sur ce continent. Il est impossible de ne pas parler du rwanda (800 000 morts en 1994) à cette occasion. En 3e on parle de géopolitique. Donc de conflits dans le monde. C'est une autre occasion pertinente d'évoquer le Rwanda. Il semble que tes profs ne l'aient pas fait. Sinon tu t'en serais souvenue.
Ben
salut
je tombe sur ce post
à l'époque ça m'avait terriblement touché, étant parfaitement conscient de cette épouvantable tragédie. La désinformation était exemplaire : des massacres inter ethniques en passant par l'opération turquoise, au choléra dans les camps du Kivu, Mobutu se rachetant une conscience aux yeux de la France, le FPR étant surnommé par cette même France "les khmers noirs"
Je vous recommande aussi quelques livres dont celui du journaliste américain Philip Gourevitch "Nous avons le plaisir de vous informer que, demain, nous serons tués avec nos familles" avec entre autres des entretiens avec Paul Kagamé. "Un génocide secret d'état" de Jean Paul Gouteux "Rwanda histoire d'un génocide" de Colette Braeckman 1er livre sorti et Colette Braeckman très tôt avait dénoncé en plein génocide (au journal de France2) la complicité de la France et ses responsabilités dans l'explosion de l'avion présidentiel "J'ai serré la main du diable" de Romeo Dallaire commandant des casques bleus à l'époque et complètement impuissant devant le désastre.
A ce jour, les planificateurs de ce génocide courent toujours et ne sont guère inquiétés.
Eric
Je vous recommande aussi quelques livres dont celui du journaliste américain Philip Gourevitch "Nous avons le plaisir de vous informer que, demain, nous serons tués avec nos familles" avec entre autres des entretiens avec Paul Kagamé. "Un génocide secret d'état" de Jean Paul Gouteux "Rwanda histoire d'un génocide" de Colette Braeckman 1er livre sorti et Colette Braeckman très tôt avait dénoncé en plein génocide (au journal de France2) la complicité de la France et ses responsabilités dans l'explosion de l'avion présidentiel "J'ai serré la main du diable" de Romeo Dallaire commandant des casques bleus à l'époque et complètement impuissant devant le désastre.
A ce jour, les planificateurs de ce génocide courent toujours et ne sont guère inquiétés.
Eric
Pour l'attentat sur l'avion présidentiel, le missile était français, les tireurs aussi soupçonnés par certains d'etre blancs, mais ce pourrait etre des mercenenaires et le commanditaire alors ?
J'avoue qu'avec les différentes thèses... perso que croire ?
Ce qui m'a choqué au mémorial c'est le reproche fait à la France d'avoir permis aux hutus de fuir... il y avait des génocidaires parmis eux évidemment, car la population etait elle meme génocidaire, mais il y avait aussi des femmes et des enfants ...on nous reproche d'avoir empeché un 2e génocide en qq sorte ?
Les soupçons sur Kagame concernant l'avion aussi n'ont pas plu et on le sait bien ...
Mais je pense que la France de mitterrand n'était pas nette à l'époque(n'a til pas dit: "un génocide dans ces pays n'est pas important"), et l'arrivée du multipartisme tombait tres mal (en 90) et les différents journaux et partis + les rivalités claniques n'ont rien arrangés dans ce tout petit pays surpeuplé...
Oui des planificateurs courent toujours, au Burundi j'en ai meme croisé un qui lançait des appels à la radio de Kigali!! Ce sont Mr et Meme Toutlemonde, ce n'est pas marqué sur leur tete, certains sont meme plutot sympas, et c'est ce qui fait froid dans le dos quand on l'apprend ensuite ...
Le Rwanda semble tirer des leçons et aller de l'avant...
Choucarde
"mais il y avait aussi des femmes et des enfants ...on nous reproche d'avoir empeché un 2e génocide en qq sorte ? "
Certes, mais les génocidaires n'étaient pas tous des hommes adultes. Nombre de femmes et d'ados ont participé au massacre. Il parait même que certaines femmes étaient parmi les plus cruelles.
Quant au second génocide, c'est la thèse de D. de Villepin et d'autres hommes politiques français. En effet, les hommes du FPR ont commencé à se venger, mais qui n'aurait pas fait pareil ? Lorsque vous retrouvé votre famille coupée en petits morceaux ou des fleuves chariant des milliers de cadavres en putréfaction, qui n'aurait pas eu envie de se venger ?
C'est la même problématiques que pour les Soviétiques qui pénétrèrent en Allemagne en 1945 : ayant vu les incommensurables horreurs nazies à en l'ukraine ou la biélorussie, ces soldatsn'ont eu qu'un envie, se venger.
C'est dans cette phase terminale du conflit qu'un mùaximum de génocidaires est éliminée, punie, dirai-je. Après coup, une fois la paix revenue, au nom de la réconciliation, on oublie on fait semblant. Et les génocidaires peuvent bénéficier d'une retraite bien méritée. Que ce soit en allemagne, au cambodge ou au rwanda. Et je ne parle même pas de la turquie.
Je vais en choquer quelques-uns, mais j'espère simplement que le FPR a fusillé un maximum de génocidaires. On ne discute pas avec un gardien de camp d'extermination ou avec un chef de barrage de la Interhamwe (orthographe approximative, de mémoire). Sauf si on souhaite qu'ils passent quelques années de prison, en attendant la loi d'amnystie (voir les assassins d'Oradour, entre milliers d'autres).
Certes, mais les génocidaires n'étaient pas tous des hommes adultes. Nombre de femmes et d'ados ont participé au massacre. Il parait même que certaines femmes étaient parmi les plus cruelles.
Quant au second génocide, c'est la thèse de D. de Villepin et d'autres hommes politiques français. En effet, les hommes du FPR ont commencé à se venger, mais qui n'aurait pas fait pareil ? Lorsque vous retrouvé votre famille coupée en petits morceaux ou des fleuves chariant des milliers de cadavres en putréfaction, qui n'aurait pas eu envie de se venger ?
C'est la même problématiques que pour les Soviétiques qui pénétrèrent en Allemagne en 1945 : ayant vu les incommensurables horreurs nazies à en l'ukraine ou la biélorussie, ces soldatsn'ont eu qu'un envie, se venger.
C'est dans cette phase terminale du conflit qu'un mùaximum de génocidaires est éliminée, punie, dirai-je. Après coup, une fois la paix revenue, au nom de la réconciliation, on oublie on fait semblant. Et les génocidaires peuvent bénéficier d'une retraite bien méritée. Que ce soit en allemagne, au cambodge ou au rwanda. Et je ne parle même pas de la turquie.
Je vais en choquer quelques-uns, mais j'espère simplement que le FPR a fusillé un maximum de génocidaires. On ne discute pas avec un gardien de camp d'extermination ou avec un chef de barrage de la Interhamwe (orthographe approximative, de mémoire). Sauf si on souhaite qu'ils passent quelques années de prison, en attendant la loi d'amnystie (voir les assassins d'Oradour, entre milliers d'autres).
Ben
je partage ton point de vue
des types du FPR ont trouvé toute leur famille massacrée. difficile de ne pas pêter un plomb d'autant qu'ils ont assisté à la passivité des casques bleus et les Français pressés de quitter le navire sans prêter assistance à tous ces gens. Ils suivaient les ordres venant d'en haut. Où est la justice ? c'est ce que devait se dire les gars...
je sais aussi que quelques groupes de casques bleus ont délibéremment désobéi aux ordres, tirant dans sur les interhamwe pour protéger des Tutsis et pour finalement leur sauver la vie. Ceux là on n'en parle pas, peut être sont t-ils passés en cour martiale mais ils se sont comportés en humains.
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"Bulawayo leans into exaggeration and irony to tell hard truths. *Glory* is jam-packed with comedy and farce, poking fun at an autocratic regime while illustrating the absurdity and surreal nature of a police state." — The Guardian
The cruelty and savagery of Zimbabwe’s (and Africa’s in general) "powerful animals"
Zimbabwean author NoViolet Bulawayo has written a novel that illustrates better than any documentary the complexity of colonial legacy. In doing so, she revisits George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Her novel *Glory* is a political satire about Zimbabwe—and it’s brimming with humor.
For thirty years, Zimbabwe has been stagnating under Robert Mugabe’s presidency. Human rights violations, corruption, and international sanctions have kept the population mired in poverty and oppression, while the regime exploits the meager earnings of the economy. As the 2017 elections approach, a power struggle erupts over the succession of the very elderly Father of the Nation (Mugabe). On the streets, people hope for long-awaited reforms; the people feel their moment has come.
And indeed, the army ousts Mugabe and his wife—"with her Gucci heels" (p.32)—who was positioning herself for the presidency. Hopes are dashed, however. The generals install former vice-president Emmerson Mnangagwa in power; the regime merely changes faces, but the problems remain the same.
In the novel, the country is called "Jidada, with a -da and another -da" (p.1); there’s no mistaking that this fictional state is Zimbabwe.
For *Glory*, her second novel, NoViolet Bulawayo invents a whole series of codes whose strength lies precisely in how easy they are to decipher. Like George Orwell’s Animal Farm, the characters populating Bulawayo’s universe aren’t humans but horses, goats, or crocodiles with all-too-human traits. Mugabe and Mnangagwa are horses, the spiritual leader is a pig, the soldiers are all bloodthirsty dogs, while the populace consists of goats, chickens, donkeys, and cats. The shift to the animal world serves only to better grasp the laws of despotism—and to ridicule real-life models. On one hand, the animals are humanized: they tweet, torture, travel in private jets. On the other, their greed, stupidity, and brutality stem from their animal nature.
It’s the old trick of fable: dressing men in animal disguises to make them easier to recognize. That’s how Orwell, in Animal Farm, traced how the promise of liberation from the Russian Revolution turned into Stalinist terror. In his 1945 fable, George Orwell describes how the animals of a farm drive out their farmer to organize the exploitation themselves, collectively. For a time, they truly taste freedom, but a clique of pigs ends up taking control. The central figures of the Soviet story—Stalin, Trotsky, Molotov—were easily recognizable.
Yet Bulawayo departs sharply from Orwell. She’s less concerned with precision and the force of argument than with satirical exaggeration. The deposed president is a senile old man who believes he can control even the sun’s course. The new stallion in power is a greedy debaucher. His soldiers sniff respectfully at his tail and backside.
In Bulawayo’s *Glory*, things are more complicated, but her novel also tells of a failed, incomplete liberation. In the author’s Animal Farm, Jidada, the colonial exploiters are followed by new forms of oppression. Because the former liberators become tyrants themselves. And because global power dynamics persist in neocolonial structures.
Wouldn’t that be enough to fuel a deeply depressing narrative? No—Bulawayo turns it into a blazing satire, full of wit and uncompromising criticism of power, a thread running through contemporary (not just) Zimbabwean history. The old warhorses in NoViolet Bulawayo’s Jidada, who continue to act as pack leaders, are easily recognizable as caricatures of the longtime dictator Robert Mugabe and his successor, current president Emmerson Mnangagwa.
The plot kicks off in high gear with independence day festivities. From the crack of dawn, everyone waits on Jidada Square for the Old Horse, the Father of the Nation and former liberator, whose reign "was nearing all of—not one, not two, not three, but four solid decades" (p.1). Everywhere, the colors of the Jidada Party shine; everywhere, true supporters cheer. Even the scorching sun plays its part: "At this point the sun, upon seeing arrive the leader who was decreed by God himself to rule and rule and keep ruling, a leader who'd in turn decreed the very sun to head his cheerleading squad, took a deep, deep breath and thoroughly blazed to impress" (p.2).
Finally, the Old Horse’s luxury carriage approaches "with the slowness of a hearse" (p.2), and "hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary Father of the Nation," which causes "the animals fell over themselves like intoxicated frogs" (p.2). The sovereign’s speech is delayed a moment longer: "what I really want is a nap," groans the Old Horse as he takes his seat with such care "like his backside was made of expensive porcelain" (p.6).
Meanwhile, Bulawayo parades his entourage: the president’s wife (who earns her doctorate at Jidada University faster than "you could say diss, for dissertation. Tholukuthi it was as easy as ordering from a KFC drive-through, or perhaps even easier being that it was cheaper than KFC; it in fact cost her nothing and the degree actually came with a zero-calorie Diet Coke and a purple straw" (p.41), and she’s now known as Dr Sweet Mother. The cabinet includes "the Minister of the Revolution, the Minister of Corruption, the Minister of Order, the Minister of Things, the Minister of Nothing, the Minister of Propaganda, the Minister of Homophobic Affairs, the Minister of Disinformation and the Minister of Looting" (p.9). And of course the vice-president, who will soon become interim president when the Old Horse finally kicks the bucket—and then settle in as the new long-term president, who in the novel is called Tuvius Delight Shasha, or "Tuvy" for short (p.253), none other than Emmerson Mnangagwa. It’s him Bulawayo reserves her most merciless character description for.
"New Dispensation" (p.109) is Tuvy’s slogan for Jidada, and he loves repeating it so much he even named his parrot after it ("So inspired was Tuvy by the realisation that he rechristened his new pet parrot with the name New Dispensation—tholukuthi the bird having been acquired explicitly for the purposes of tweeting eulogies and accordingly glorifying the Saviour throughout the airs and skies of the nation. Tuvy then went on to hire a lecturer in English from the University of Jidada to teach New Dispensation to say the phrase 'New Dispensation'" p.110). But Tuvy’s Zimbabwe remains a nation without free, fair, and credible elections ("#freefairncredibleelection" p.161), and the promised equal treatment applies only insofar as Zimbabweans now queue up without discrimination in endless lines—and everyone is as poor as the next in the "queuenation" (p.283). Except for the powerful. They can "yes, tholukuthi, her immeasurable riches theirs to take. And take they did—
just take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take" (p.249-250).
In short: Bulawayo brilliantly depicts how former independence fighters become exploiters themselves. And how the country threatens to suffocate under the weight of corruption and repression. But she also literally stages the polyphony with which the people oppose imposed obedience to the official line.
Controversial online discussions keep interrupting the narrative—dialogues and social threads (see photo below) that Bulawayo masterfully integrates. From a literary standpoint, it’s a brilliant idea. And it shows, above all, that the author’s sympathy—so likeable—goes to all those who refuse to let their dream of true freedom be stolen, not even by the corrupt elites of their own country.
In the book’s acknowledgments, the first tribute goes to "The Jidadas of the world, clamouring for freedom on many fronts—A luta continua." (p.401) This reflects the realization that, not only in Jidada-Zimbabwe but in many other corners of the world, the end of colonial domination is still far from meaning the freedom hoped for by the vast majority of people. But it also means, more broadly, that this freedom must be won "on many fronts" (see above), both domestically and geopolitically.
That’s precisely what *Glory* so vividly highlights: how complex the project behind the term "postcolonialism" really is. With *Glory*, Bulawayo also delivers a scathing critique of the persistence of colonial mindsets in the West.
In the novel, the murder of George Floyd, racist police violence, and white-supremacist ideology in Trump’s United States perfectly illustrate the persistence of racism. It’s especially in the final chapters that Bulawayo lets Jidada’s inhabitants explicitly and unflinchingly criticize a neocolonial world order:
"It was not lost on us how the West, which loved to 'save' Africa and announce every action to the whole world, did so with one limb while manipulating, looting and fleecing us with the rest of its limbs so that more money in fact poured out of the continent than trickled in." (p.376)
"It was no mistake that multinational corporations yearly reaped and shipped colossal profits from Africa back to their countries as had been the case during colonial times. Even the sticks and stones would tell you that the African earth at any given time howled and shook and heaved from the extraction of its precious minerals that rarely benefited its own miserable children." (p.376)
"(...) we vowed to wage yet another war for Africa's second Liberation from neocolonial oppression. From exploitation. From plunder. From Western dominion. From indignity. From Abuse. We wanted real freedom. We wanted greedy, thieving paws off our wealth. We wanted Justice. We wanted a new world; we wanted a brand-new world so much we didn't sleep a wink that night." (p.377)
The Jidadas of this world must fight two enemies: Western neocolonialism and the autocratic instrumentalization of that argument; the persistence of Western racism and the populist appropriation of that humiliation by tyrants from their own ranks. Neither of these obstacles to freedom diminishes the historical and current guilt of the other. But the path to postcolonial liberation must overcome all these forms of oppression. After all, the colonizers didn’t bequeath democracies to formerly dominated nations, but instability and the principles of oppression and exploitation—which the so-called liberators have also internalized. Yet the fact that a satirical novel can capture the complexity of historical relationships while remaining, despite all the darkness of the subject, hilarious—well, that’s truly astonishing.
Finally, *Glory* ties into a major trauma in Zimbabwe’s post-independence history: the so-called Gukurahundi massacres. Between 1983 and 1987, tens of thousands of civilians were murdered by Mugabe’s bloody henchmen, most of them Ndebele. The State Security Minister and head of secret services at the time? You guessed it—Emmerson Mnangagwa.
When *Glory* turns to the massacres, the novel’s tone shifts completely. The story is now told through the narrative of the goat called Destiny, who, like NoViolet Bulawayo herself, left her home country at 18 for the United States and only returned after 13 years. In the book, the city of Bulawayo becomes a village where Destiny retraces her family’s history—and learns that part of it was also brutally murdered during the massacres.
The abuse of power and life under a dictatorship, dispossession, and a fiercely proud awareness of the psychological wounds and emotional vulnerability of a uprooted and disenfranchised people who had to forge a new language—a new set of names—to express their lived experiences are at the heart of this wonderful Zimbabwean author’s literary work, NoViolet Bulawayo. Shortly after her studies, she was already writing short stories about postcolonial power dynamics in Africa. But her playful, masterful, and often unconventional approach to language also plays a key role in her work. With virtuosity, she shifts from cynical images of power-obsessed elites to compassionate descriptions of the people’s suffering, ending with a hopeful sermon on courage—the courage to break free from fear and thus gain the strength for change ("And every one of them understood that whatever they heard within those hearts was the new national anthem, tholukuthi an anthem that spoke of the kind of glory that burns eternal and glows with living light." p.400). This novel is a genuine pleasure to read. And it’s exceptional. Good, African...
Book info (original English and German translation):
NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Chatto & Windus, 2022. NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Suhrkamp, 2023.
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The books (in English, in German)
Author NoViolet Bulawayo, Zimbabwe
Threads (p.164-165)
"Bulawayo leans into exaggeration and irony to tell hard truths. *Glory* is jam-packed with comedy and farce, poking fun at an autocratic regime while illustrating the absurdity and surreal nature of a police state." — The Guardian
The cruelty and savagery of Zimbabwe’s (and Africa’s in general) "powerful animals"
Zimbabwean author NoViolet Bulawayo has written a novel that illustrates better than any documentary the complexity of colonial legacy. In doing so, she revisits George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Her novel *Glory* is a political satire about Zimbabwe—and it’s brimming with humor.
For thirty years, Zimbabwe has been stagnating under Robert Mugabe’s presidency. Human rights violations, corruption, and international sanctions have kept the population mired in poverty and oppression, while the regime exploits the meager earnings of the economy. As the 2017 elections approach, a power struggle erupts over the succession of the very elderly Father of the Nation (Mugabe). On the streets, people hope for long-awaited reforms; the people feel their moment has come.
And indeed, the army ousts Mugabe and his wife—"with her Gucci heels" (p.32)—who was positioning herself for the presidency. Hopes are dashed, however. The generals install former vice-president Emmerson Mnangagwa in power; the regime merely changes faces, but the problems remain the same.
In the novel, the country is called "Jidada, with a -da and another -da" (p.1); there’s no mistaking that this fictional state is Zimbabwe.
For *Glory*, her second novel, NoViolet Bulawayo invents a whole series of codes whose strength lies precisely in how easy they are to decipher. Like George Orwell’s Animal Farm, the characters populating Bulawayo’s universe aren’t humans but horses, goats, or crocodiles with all-too-human traits. Mugabe and Mnangagwa are horses, the spiritual leader is a pig, the soldiers are all bloodthirsty dogs, while the populace consists of goats, chickens, donkeys, and cats. The shift to the animal world serves only to better grasp the laws of despotism—and to ridicule real-life models. On one hand, the animals are humanized: they tweet, torture, travel in private jets. On the other, their greed, stupidity, and brutality stem from their animal nature.
It’s the old trick of fable: dressing men in animal disguises to make them easier to recognize. That’s how Orwell, in Animal Farm, traced how the promise of liberation from the Russian Revolution turned into Stalinist terror. In his 1945 fable, George Orwell describes how the animals of a farm drive out their farmer to organize the exploitation themselves, collectively. For a time, they truly taste freedom, but a clique of pigs ends up taking control. The central figures of the Soviet story—Stalin, Trotsky, Molotov—were easily recognizable.
Yet Bulawayo departs sharply from Orwell. She’s less concerned with precision and the force of argument than with satirical exaggeration. The deposed president is a senile old man who believes he can control even the sun’s course. The new stallion in power is a greedy debaucher. His soldiers sniff respectfully at his tail and backside.
In Bulawayo’s *Glory*, things are more complicated, but her novel also tells of a failed, incomplete liberation. In the author’s Animal Farm, Jidada, the colonial exploiters are followed by new forms of oppression. Because the former liberators become tyrants themselves. And because global power dynamics persist in neocolonial structures.
Wouldn’t that be enough to fuel a deeply depressing narrative? No—Bulawayo turns it into a blazing satire, full of wit and uncompromising criticism of power, a thread running through contemporary (not just) Zimbabwean history. The old warhorses in NoViolet Bulawayo’s Jidada, who continue to act as pack leaders, are easily recognizable as caricatures of the longtime dictator Robert Mugabe and his successor, current president Emmerson Mnangagwa.
The plot kicks off in high gear with independence day festivities. From the crack of dawn, everyone waits on Jidada Square for the Old Horse, the Father of the Nation and former liberator, whose reign "was nearing all of—not one, not two, not three, but four solid decades" (p.1). Everywhere, the colors of the Jidada Party shine; everywhere, true supporters cheer. Even the scorching sun plays its part: "At this point the sun, upon seeing arrive the leader who was decreed by God himself to rule and rule and keep ruling, a leader who'd in turn decreed the very sun to head his cheerleading squad, took a deep, deep breath and thoroughly blazed to impress" (p.2).
Finally, the Old Horse’s luxury carriage approaches "with the slowness of a hearse" (p.2), and "hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary Father of the Nation," which causes "the animals fell over themselves like intoxicated frogs" (p.2). The sovereign’s speech is delayed a moment longer: "what I really want is a nap," groans the Old Horse as he takes his seat with such care "like his backside was made of expensive porcelain" (p.6).
Meanwhile, Bulawayo parades his entourage: the president’s wife (who earns her doctorate at Jidada University faster than "you could say diss, for dissertation. Tholukuthi it was as easy as ordering from a KFC drive-through, or perhaps even easier being that it was cheaper than KFC; it in fact cost her nothing and the degree actually came with a zero-calorie Diet Coke and a purple straw" (p.41), and she’s now known as Dr Sweet Mother. The cabinet includes "the Minister of the Revolution, the Minister of Corruption, the Minister of Order, the Minister of Things, the Minister of Nothing, the Minister of Propaganda, the Minister of Homophobic Affairs, the Minister of Disinformation and the Minister of Looting" (p.9). And of course the vice-president, who will soon become interim president when the Old Horse finally kicks the bucket—and then settle in as the new long-term president, who in the novel is called Tuvius Delight Shasha, or "Tuvy" for short (p.253), none other than Emmerson Mnangagwa. It’s him Bulawayo reserves her most merciless character description for.
"New Dispensation" (p.109) is Tuvy’s slogan for Jidada, and he loves repeating it so much he even named his parrot after it ("So inspired was Tuvy by the realisation that he rechristened his new pet parrot with the name New Dispensation—tholukuthi the bird having been acquired explicitly for the purposes of tweeting eulogies and accordingly glorifying the Saviour throughout the airs and skies of the nation. Tuvy then went on to hire a lecturer in English from the University of Jidada to teach New Dispensation to say the phrase 'New Dispensation'" p.110). But Tuvy’s Zimbabwe remains a nation without free, fair, and credible elections ("#freefairncredibleelection" p.161), and the promised equal treatment applies only insofar as Zimbabweans now queue up without discrimination in endless lines—and everyone is as poor as the next in the "queuenation" (p.283). Except for the powerful. They can "yes, tholukuthi, her immeasurable riches theirs to take. And take they did—
just take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take" (p.249-250).
In short: Bulawayo brilliantly depicts how former independence fighters become exploiters themselves. And how the country threatens to suffocate under the weight of corruption and repression. But she also literally stages the polyphony with which the people oppose imposed obedience to the official line.
Controversial online discussions keep interrupting the narrative—dialogues and social threads (see photo below) that Bulawayo masterfully integrates. From a literary standpoint, it’s a brilliant idea. And it shows, above all, that the author’s sympathy—so likeable—goes to all those who refuse to let their dream of true freedom be stolen, not even by the corrupt elites of their own country.
In the book’s acknowledgments, the first tribute goes to "The Jidadas of the world, clamouring for freedom on many fronts—A luta continua." (p.401) This reflects the realization that, not only in Jidada-Zimbabwe but in many other corners of the world, the end of colonial domination is still far from meaning the freedom hoped for by the vast majority of people. But it also means, more broadly, that this freedom must be won "on many fronts" (see above), both domestically and geopolitically.
That’s precisely what *Glory* so vividly highlights: how complex the project behind the term "postcolonialism" really is. With *Glory*, Bulawayo also delivers a scathing critique of the persistence of colonial mindsets in the West.
In the novel, the murder of George Floyd, racist police violence, and white-supremacist ideology in Trump’s United States perfectly illustrate the persistence of racism. It’s especially in the final chapters that Bulawayo lets Jidada’s inhabitants explicitly and unflinchingly criticize a neocolonial world order:
"It was not lost on us how the West, which loved to 'save' Africa and announce every action to the whole world, did so with one limb while manipulating, looting and fleecing us with the rest of its limbs so that more money in fact poured out of the continent than trickled in." (p.376)
"It was no mistake that multinational corporations yearly reaped and shipped colossal profits from Africa back to their countries as had been the case during colonial times. Even the sticks and stones would tell you that the African earth at any given time howled and shook and heaved from the extraction of its precious minerals that rarely benefited its own miserable children." (p.376)
"(...) we vowed to wage yet another war for Africa's second Liberation from neocolonial oppression. From exploitation. From plunder. From Western dominion. From indignity. From Abuse. We wanted real freedom. We wanted greedy, thieving paws off our wealth. We wanted Justice. We wanted a new world; we wanted a brand-new world so much we didn't sleep a wink that night." (p.377)
The Jidadas of this world must fight two enemies: Western neocolonialism and the autocratic instrumentalization of that argument; the persistence of Western racism and the populist appropriation of that humiliation by tyrants from their own ranks. Neither of these obstacles to freedom diminishes the historical and current guilt of the other. But the path to postcolonial liberation must overcome all these forms of oppression. After all, the colonizers didn’t bequeath democracies to formerly dominated nations, but instability and the principles of oppression and exploitation—which the so-called liberators have also internalized. Yet the fact that a satirical novel can capture the complexity of historical relationships while remaining, despite all the darkness of the subject, hilarious—well, that’s truly astonishing.
Finally, *Glory* ties into a major trauma in Zimbabwe’s post-independence history: the so-called Gukurahundi massacres. Between 1983 and 1987, tens of thousands of civilians were murdered by Mugabe’s bloody henchmen, most of them Ndebele. The State Security Minister and head of secret services at the time? You guessed it—Emmerson Mnangagwa.
When *Glory* turns to the massacres, the novel’s tone shifts completely. The story is now told through the narrative of the goat called Destiny, who, like NoViolet Bulawayo herself, left her home country at 18 for the United States and only returned after 13 years. In the book, the city of Bulawayo becomes a village where Destiny retraces her family’s history—and learns that part of it was also brutally murdered during the massacres.
The abuse of power and life under a dictatorship, dispossession, and a fiercely proud awareness of the psychological wounds and emotional vulnerability of a uprooted and disenfranchised people who had to forge a new language—a new set of names—to express their lived experiences are at the heart of this wonderful Zimbabwean author’s literary work, NoViolet Bulawayo. Shortly after her studies, she was already writing short stories about postcolonial power dynamics in Africa. But her playful, masterful, and often unconventional approach to language also plays a key role in her work. With virtuosity, she shifts from cynical images of power-obsessed elites to compassionate descriptions of the people’s suffering, ending with a hopeful sermon on courage—the courage to break free from fear and thus gain the strength for change ("And every one of them understood that whatever they heard within those hearts was the new national anthem, tholukuthi an anthem that spoke of the kind of glory that burns eternal and glows with living light." p.400). This novel is a genuine pleasure to read. And it’s exceptional. Good, African...
Book info (original English and German translation):
NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Chatto & Windus, 2022. NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Suhrkamp, 2023.
Hery
The books (in English, in German)
Author NoViolet Bulawayo, Zimbabwe
Threads (p.164-165)“When the Whites came to Africa, we had the land and they had the Bible. They taught us to pray with our eyes closed: when we opened them, the Whites had the land and we had the Bible.” Jomo Kenyatta (p.7)
The Maggi cube, an unchallenged hegemony, and so much more
“The hopeless continent,” headlined The Economist, a British magazine, in July 2000 about Africa. Eleven years later, the same magazine headlined “Africa rising” instead. Images of Africa in the prosperous North constantly oscillate between apocalyptic scenarios and enthusiastic projections. A key issue with such images lies in the generalization they entail. If you look at the continent, considerable contrasts emerge depending on space and time. It’s no surprise that a region of the world encompassing such diverse ecological zones, maintaining such varied ties with other continents, comprising nearly fifty nation-states in sub-Saharan Africa alone, and characterized by a great diversity of languages, belief systems, and historical paths, doesn’t share a single destiny.
And yet, for many people outside Africa, as well as for many Africans, the continent constitutes a single entity, defined by criteria such as skin color, a colonial past, poverty, and the art of survival. Until now, these perspectives were generally accompanied by the idea that Africa had to—or should have—followed a single path together, sometimes called development, sometimes modernization, sometimes liberation, then a market economy. None of these paths delivered on their promises.
The two writers Alain Mabanckou and Abdourahman Waberi—one from Congo, the other raised in Djibouti, both long settled in France and now professors at renowned North American universities (Los Angeles, Washington)—have had enough of pessimistic scenarios: “We are aware that Africa is in the world and the world is in Africa. The same goes for all other continents, as our destinies are inextricably linked for better or worse. We refuse to see Africa as a reservoir of misfortunes or a continent cursed by atavistic misfortune and characterized by ethnic conflicts. [...] It’s this passionate flame we wanted to capture in a book [...] a kind of stroll through African cultures, without any demands, each letter of the alphabet leading us to a notion, a practice, a concept, a moment in history, literature, painting, politics, economics, cuisine, etc.” (p.10-11). Africa, they write, is on the verge of “imposing a signature, a style, a way of being in the world and in relation to the rest of the world.” (p.11) To put words to the continent’s diversity and dynamism, the two authors created a “rambling ABC,” a kind of portrait—or more precisely, a mythography—that lets you see and feel the pulse of a vast continent whose cultural power is unfolding before our eyes. Once marginalized or even mocked, the voice and importance of the Continent in global affairs are now undeniable” (p.11), containing over a hundred entries, mostly concise, written in a relaxed and casual style. The optimistic, even exuberant tone is set from the brief introduction. The duo of authors wants to “sing a love song to the cultures of our continent, to its inhabitants past and present, to its exceptional resources and its spectacular globalization despite a certain pollution that still clouds our skies due to the unmatched duration of dictatorships in some of our regions.” (p.12) In doing so, they don’t want to be too distracted by today’s Afewerki-Biya-Bongo-Déby & Co. ...
Of course, you’ll find tributes to great precursors like Frantz Fanon (“[...] it was a love story and admiration that wasn’t dimmed by the four decades separating his birth from ours. Let’s add that we were born while the native of Fort-de-France had left the world’s stage four years earlier, in the prime of life” p.141), Mongo Beti (“You must read and reread Mongo Beti, a genius who used his fame to support often just causes in Africa, like defending oppressed groups. His place is already in History. His oppressors, like the dictators Ahmadou Ahidjo and Paul Biya, can’t compete in the same category” p.64), the Malian Amadou Hampâté Bâ
(“Posterity remembers him mainly as an tireless defender of African cultures. His plea for the collection and preservation of traditional African knowledge remains a major event for all men and women of good will. One day in 1960, at the UNESCO podium, the native of Bandiagara sounded the alarm: ‘[...] Since we’ve admitted that the humanity of each people is the heritage of all humanity, if African traditions aren’t collected in time and written down, they’ll one day be missing from the universal archives of humanity.’” p.51),
Kwame Nkrumah, “one of the founders of Pan-Africanism, father of Ghana’s independence” (p.239), as well as the historian Cheikh Anta Diop, the writer, poet, and politician Aimé Césaire, and the economist and thinker Samir Amin, but also very warm tributes to certain contemporary African intellectuals like Souleymane Bachir Diagne and Achille Mbembe
(“A few years ago, in dominant economic circles, a rumor often resurfaced, usually disguised as a cold and scientifically proven analysis: Africa is useless. It’s a burden for the rest of the human community. With its 2% share in world trade, it would disappear from stock market radars without anyone noticing. So? Maybe it’ll be pulled up by other continents. Wanting to surpass itself is a crazy bet for Africans, they concluded. Arrogant or clueless, President Nicolas Sarkozy declared before an audience of students and teachers at Cheikh Anta Diop University in Dakar: ‘The African man hasn’t entered history enough [...] He only knows the eternal repetition of time marked by the endless repetition of the same gestures and words.’ That was in 2007. For decades, armed only with reason, an intellectual often steps up to debunk prejudices, lazy readings, and dishonest frameworks used as false fronts by those who, like Nicolas Sarkozy or former journalist Stephen Smith, out of ignorance, contempt, or condescension, distort African reality. This intellectual is none other than the historian and political scientist Achille Mbembe. This heir of Frantz Fanon, Amílcar Cabral, Jean-Marc Ela, and Fabien Eboussi-Boulaga was born in 1957 in Cameroon, in the Bassa region. Marked early by the upheavals of a fratricidal war, Achille Mbembe became the guardian of the memory of martyrs. After brilliant studies in Paris, he went on to teach at the best American universities, but the call of the Continent was stronger than anything else. In Dakar, he once directed CODESRIA (Council for the Development of Social Science Research in Africa) before joining the University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa. Even though the author of *Critique of Black Reason* (Éditions La Découverte, 2015) spends a few months at Duke University in North Carolina, his observation post remains South Africa. From Johannesburg, Achille Mbembe scrutinizes Africa and the whole world. A lucid observer with an elegant and generous pen, Achille Mbembe knows how to blend big and small history: ‘I was born one day in July, as the month was drawing to a close. It was 1957, in that part of Africa recently named ‘Cameroon,’ a memory of the wonder that seized Portuguese sailors in the 15th century when, sailing up the river near Douala, they couldn’t help but note the presence of a multitude of crustaceans, and named it *Rio dos Camarões*, meaning ‘River of Shrimp.’ I grew up in the shadow of this nameless land, since, in a way, the name it bears is only the product of someone else’s astonishment: a lexical mistake, if you will.’ From this mistake or wound, he made leaven, a springboard to compose a rich work, recognized worldwide. To denounce barriers and barbarians too. But that’s not enough. Among his peers in circles of thought and action, Achille Mbembe passionately and consistently defends human dignity and the beauty of the world. In doing so, he fulfills the mission Frantz Fanon entrusted to him.” (p.227-229),
as well as entries dedicated to lesser-known artists and intellectuals, like the French journalist and activist Rokhaya Diallo, daughter of Senegalese and Gambian parents, or the Ethiopian filmmaker Haile Gerima, who has long lived in the United States. Other names from politics, sports, music, art, and literature: Kofi Annan, p.36; Barack Obama, p.243; Thomas Sankara, p.277; Ousmane Sow, p.285; Yambo Ouologuem, p.250; Léopold Sédar Senghor, p.282; Muhammad Ali, p.30; Nuruddin Farah, p.146; Salif Keita, p.203; Ahmadou Kourouma, p.206; Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, p.236; Winnie Mandela, p.224; Kylian Mbappé, p.226 ...
The authors, who resolutely commit to a “mythography” (p.11) of Africa, also pay special attention to local social movements, cultural events, and aspects of daily life. *Y’en a marre*, “which also meant ‘we’re fed up with sitting on our hands’” (p.320-321), emerged about a decade ago in Senegal as a citizen movement of peaceful resistance and symbolizes, the authors emphasize, the fact that African youth are increasingly fed up “with the political circus deployed in Africa since independence, as our parents would say, ‘since the White man left’...” (p.321). A full entry is dedicated to the Maggi bouillon cube, which has flooded African markets for about forty years and enjoys immense popularity (“It’s everywhere in Africa, from Dakar to Djibouti, and from Tangier to Cape Town. It’s in every pot, every stew. Little hands put it in every sauce, every local or adapted dish. An unchallenged hegemony! You’ll find it in diasporas too. The culinary strolls in Paris, in the [...] neighborhood” p.90). Critics blame it not only for impoverishing the aromatic diversity of local dishes but also for being harmful to health. And yet, “he poorest Africans, those who eat only once a day, a few spoonfuls of white beans and a ball of *foufou*, for example, are the most fervent users of the magic cube.” (p.92-93)
For *fonio*, “the new trendy cereal. [...] From the millet family, fonio is probably the oldest cereal cultivated in West Africa, and mainly in its sub-Saharan part, for millennia. [...] Easy to grow, water-efficient, fonio grows everywhere except on clay soils. Long neglected because it was considered the poor man’s crop, fonio is now a source of pride for the farmers who cultivate it and cherish it like the apple of their eye” (p.156-157), the authors immediately offer a detailed recipe, letting the reader know that “e can’t resist sharing this fonio with chicken recipe from Mali with you:
Ingredients: 1 chicken 3 large ripe red tomatoes 4 tbsp tomato paste 4 large onions 1 garlic clove 1/2 cup oil 2 Maggi cubes or salt 2 large carrots 1 turnip 1 large cabbage 2 large potatoes 1 celery stalk 1 packet pre-cooked fonio 4 okra (or okra powder) salt, pepper
Preparation: 1. Prepare the sauce: wash and cut the chicken. Peel the onions, garlic, and vegetables. 2. In a pot, fry the chicken pieces. 3. Dice the onions, tomatoes, carrots, and turnip very small and add them to the pot. 4. Add the tomato paste, salt, and pepper. 5. Simmer for 15 min, then add 2 L of water and the cooked chicken pieces. 6. Simmer for 30 min, then add the crushed garlic and celery, plus the cabbage cut into 4 and the potatoes cut in half. 7. Prepare the fonio: cover it with warm water, let it rest for 15 min, and cook it over low heat. 8. In a small pot, boil the okra and crush them. 9. Mix the crushed okra with the cooked fonio, then salt. Serve hot.” (p.158-159)
The comedy *Black Mic Mac*, released in French theaters in 1986 and addressing France’s increasingly restrictive immigration policy at the time, also gets an entry, as do *Tintin in the Congo*, the popular comic, and *Jip’s Café* (“[...] a little Africa in the heart of Paris, with passersby stopping to admire the ‘ambianceurs’ on the dance floor or attend the cultural events offered by the place” (p.194), an African establishment in Paris that Alain Mabanckou already immortalized in one of his novels.
The duo of authors also tackles thorny subjects like jihadism (p.119), the Rwandan genocide (p.272), the CFA franc (p.82), and dictatorship (p.110). While the two strike the right tone here, many entries leave a slightly bitter taste. Two examples: why doesn’t the text on Barack Obama mention the great disappointment of many people in Africa, who expected more from the African policy of the first U.S. president with African roots than just occasional warm words? Why do the comments on Winnie Mandela gloss over the fact that she was a highly controversial icon of the anti-apartheid movement due to her involvement in kidnappings, acts of torture, and murders of alleged apartheid collaborators? Instead, there’s a compassion that brings tears to the eyes: “She was often reduced to a secondary role, the wife of a great man” or “When victory came, she didn’t taste its fruits. Divorced, isolated. She would never be a ‘first lady’ in an evening gown, posing before a bed of chrysanthemums. They’d keep her far from the circles of power” (p.224-225). At this point, I would’ve liked the authors to take a slightly more critical stance...
That said, these “weaknesses” (if you can call them that) shouldn’t overshadow the book as a whole. It remains an informative, sometimes very entertaining, and often even original work in its own way.
Book information (the original French and the German translation):
Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Dictionnaire enjoué des cultures africaines. Fayard, 2019. Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Der Puls Afrikas. Eine Liebeserklärung von A bis Z. Reclam, 2022.
Hery
The Maggi cube, an unchallenged hegemony, and so much more
“The hopeless continent,” headlined The Economist, a British magazine, in July 2000 about Africa. Eleven years later, the same magazine headlined “Africa rising” instead. Images of Africa in the prosperous North constantly oscillate between apocalyptic scenarios and enthusiastic projections. A key issue with such images lies in the generalization they entail. If you look at the continent, considerable contrasts emerge depending on space and time. It’s no surprise that a region of the world encompassing such diverse ecological zones, maintaining such varied ties with other continents, comprising nearly fifty nation-states in sub-Saharan Africa alone, and characterized by a great diversity of languages, belief systems, and historical paths, doesn’t share a single destiny.
And yet, for many people outside Africa, as well as for many Africans, the continent constitutes a single entity, defined by criteria such as skin color, a colonial past, poverty, and the art of survival. Until now, these perspectives were generally accompanied by the idea that Africa had to—or should have—followed a single path together, sometimes called development, sometimes modernization, sometimes liberation, then a market economy. None of these paths delivered on their promises.
The two writers Alain Mabanckou and Abdourahman Waberi—one from Congo, the other raised in Djibouti, both long settled in France and now professors at renowned North American universities (Los Angeles, Washington)—have had enough of pessimistic scenarios: “We are aware that Africa is in the world and the world is in Africa. The same goes for all other continents, as our destinies are inextricably linked for better or worse. We refuse to see Africa as a reservoir of misfortunes or a continent cursed by atavistic misfortune and characterized by ethnic conflicts. [...] It’s this passionate flame we wanted to capture in a book [...] a kind of stroll through African cultures, without any demands, each letter of the alphabet leading us to a notion, a practice, a concept, a moment in history, literature, painting, politics, economics, cuisine, etc.” (p.10-11). Africa, they write, is on the verge of “imposing a signature, a style, a way of being in the world and in relation to the rest of the world.” (p.11) To put words to the continent’s diversity and dynamism, the two authors created a “rambling ABC,” a kind of portrait—or more precisely, a mythography—that lets you see and feel the pulse of a vast continent whose cultural power is unfolding before our eyes. Once marginalized or even mocked, the voice and importance of the Continent in global affairs are now undeniable” (p.11), containing over a hundred entries, mostly concise, written in a relaxed and casual style. The optimistic, even exuberant tone is set from the brief introduction. The duo of authors wants to “sing a love song to the cultures of our continent, to its inhabitants past and present, to its exceptional resources and its spectacular globalization despite a certain pollution that still clouds our skies due to the unmatched duration of dictatorships in some of our regions.” (p.12) In doing so, they don’t want to be too distracted by today’s Afewerki-Biya-Bongo-Déby & Co. ...
Of course, you’ll find tributes to great precursors like Frantz Fanon (“[...] it was a love story and admiration that wasn’t dimmed by the four decades separating his birth from ours. Let’s add that we were born while the native of Fort-de-France had left the world’s stage four years earlier, in the prime of life” p.141), Mongo Beti (“You must read and reread Mongo Beti, a genius who used his fame to support often just causes in Africa, like defending oppressed groups. His place is already in History. His oppressors, like the dictators Ahmadou Ahidjo and Paul Biya, can’t compete in the same category” p.64), the Malian Amadou Hampâté Bâ
(“Posterity remembers him mainly as an tireless defender of African cultures. His plea for the collection and preservation of traditional African knowledge remains a major event for all men and women of good will. One day in 1960, at the UNESCO podium, the native of Bandiagara sounded the alarm: ‘[...] Since we’ve admitted that the humanity of each people is the heritage of all humanity, if African traditions aren’t collected in time and written down, they’ll one day be missing from the universal archives of humanity.’” p.51),
Kwame Nkrumah, “one of the founders of Pan-Africanism, father of Ghana’s independence” (p.239), as well as the historian Cheikh Anta Diop, the writer, poet, and politician Aimé Césaire, and the economist and thinker Samir Amin, but also very warm tributes to certain contemporary African intellectuals like Souleymane Bachir Diagne and Achille Mbembe
(“A few years ago, in dominant economic circles, a rumor often resurfaced, usually disguised as a cold and scientifically proven analysis: Africa is useless. It’s a burden for the rest of the human community. With its 2% share in world trade, it would disappear from stock market radars without anyone noticing. So? Maybe it’ll be pulled up by other continents. Wanting to surpass itself is a crazy bet for Africans, they concluded. Arrogant or clueless, President Nicolas Sarkozy declared before an audience of students and teachers at Cheikh Anta Diop University in Dakar: ‘The African man hasn’t entered history enough [...] He only knows the eternal repetition of time marked by the endless repetition of the same gestures and words.’ That was in 2007. For decades, armed only with reason, an intellectual often steps up to debunk prejudices, lazy readings, and dishonest frameworks used as false fronts by those who, like Nicolas Sarkozy or former journalist Stephen Smith, out of ignorance, contempt, or condescension, distort African reality. This intellectual is none other than the historian and political scientist Achille Mbembe. This heir of Frantz Fanon, Amílcar Cabral, Jean-Marc Ela, and Fabien Eboussi-Boulaga was born in 1957 in Cameroon, in the Bassa region. Marked early by the upheavals of a fratricidal war, Achille Mbembe became the guardian of the memory of martyrs. After brilliant studies in Paris, he went on to teach at the best American universities, but the call of the Continent was stronger than anything else. In Dakar, he once directed CODESRIA (Council for the Development of Social Science Research in Africa) before joining the University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa. Even though the author of *Critique of Black Reason* (Éditions La Découverte, 2015) spends a few months at Duke University in North Carolina, his observation post remains South Africa. From Johannesburg, Achille Mbembe scrutinizes Africa and the whole world. A lucid observer with an elegant and generous pen, Achille Mbembe knows how to blend big and small history: ‘I was born one day in July, as the month was drawing to a close. It was 1957, in that part of Africa recently named ‘Cameroon,’ a memory of the wonder that seized Portuguese sailors in the 15th century when, sailing up the river near Douala, they couldn’t help but note the presence of a multitude of crustaceans, and named it *Rio dos Camarões*, meaning ‘River of Shrimp.’ I grew up in the shadow of this nameless land, since, in a way, the name it bears is only the product of someone else’s astonishment: a lexical mistake, if you will.’ From this mistake or wound, he made leaven, a springboard to compose a rich work, recognized worldwide. To denounce barriers and barbarians too. But that’s not enough. Among his peers in circles of thought and action, Achille Mbembe passionately and consistently defends human dignity and the beauty of the world. In doing so, he fulfills the mission Frantz Fanon entrusted to him.” (p.227-229),
as well as entries dedicated to lesser-known artists and intellectuals, like the French journalist and activist Rokhaya Diallo, daughter of Senegalese and Gambian parents, or the Ethiopian filmmaker Haile Gerima, who has long lived in the United States. Other names from politics, sports, music, art, and literature: Kofi Annan, p.36; Barack Obama, p.243; Thomas Sankara, p.277; Ousmane Sow, p.285; Yambo Ouologuem, p.250; Léopold Sédar Senghor, p.282; Muhammad Ali, p.30; Nuruddin Farah, p.146; Salif Keita, p.203; Ahmadou Kourouma, p.206; Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, p.236; Winnie Mandela, p.224; Kylian Mbappé, p.226 ...
The authors, who resolutely commit to a “mythography” (p.11) of Africa, also pay special attention to local social movements, cultural events, and aspects of daily life. *Y’en a marre*, “which also meant ‘we’re fed up with sitting on our hands’” (p.320-321), emerged about a decade ago in Senegal as a citizen movement of peaceful resistance and symbolizes, the authors emphasize, the fact that African youth are increasingly fed up “with the political circus deployed in Africa since independence, as our parents would say, ‘since the White man left’...” (p.321). A full entry is dedicated to the Maggi bouillon cube, which has flooded African markets for about forty years and enjoys immense popularity (“It’s everywhere in Africa, from Dakar to Djibouti, and from Tangier to Cape Town. It’s in every pot, every stew. Little hands put it in every sauce, every local or adapted dish. An unchallenged hegemony! You’ll find it in diasporas too. The culinary strolls in Paris, in the [...] neighborhood” p.90). Critics blame it not only for impoverishing the aromatic diversity of local dishes but also for being harmful to health. And yet, “he poorest Africans, those who eat only once a day, a few spoonfuls of white beans and a ball of *foufou*, for example, are the most fervent users of the magic cube.” (p.92-93)
For *fonio*, “the new trendy cereal. [...] From the millet family, fonio is probably the oldest cereal cultivated in West Africa, and mainly in its sub-Saharan part, for millennia. [...] Easy to grow, water-efficient, fonio grows everywhere except on clay soils. Long neglected because it was considered the poor man’s crop, fonio is now a source of pride for the farmers who cultivate it and cherish it like the apple of their eye” (p.156-157), the authors immediately offer a detailed recipe, letting the reader know that “e can’t resist sharing this fonio with chicken recipe from Mali with you:
Ingredients: 1 chicken 3 large ripe red tomatoes 4 tbsp tomato paste 4 large onions 1 garlic clove 1/2 cup oil 2 Maggi cubes or salt 2 large carrots 1 turnip 1 large cabbage 2 large potatoes 1 celery stalk 1 packet pre-cooked fonio 4 okra (or okra powder) salt, pepper
Preparation: 1. Prepare the sauce: wash and cut the chicken. Peel the onions, garlic, and vegetables. 2. In a pot, fry the chicken pieces. 3. Dice the onions, tomatoes, carrots, and turnip very small and add them to the pot. 4. Add the tomato paste, salt, and pepper. 5. Simmer for 15 min, then add 2 L of water and the cooked chicken pieces. 6. Simmer for 30 min, then add the crushed garlic and celery, plus the cabbage cut into 4 and the potatoes cut in half. 7. Prepare the fonio: cover it with warm water, let it rest for 15 min, and cook it over low heat. 8. In a small pot, boil the okra and crush them. 9. Mix the crushed okra with the cooked fonio, then salt. Serve hot.” (p.158-159)
The comedy *Black Mic Mac*, released in French theaters in 1986 and addressing France’s increasingly restrictive immigration policy at the time, also gets an entry, as do *Tintin in the Congo*, the popular comic, and *Jip’s Café* (“[...] a little Africa in the heart of Paris, with passersby stopping to admire the ‘ambianceurs’ on the dance floor or attend the cultural events offered by the place” (p.194), an African establishment in Paris that Alain Mabanckou already immortalized in one of his novels.
The duo of authors also tackles thorny subjects like jihadism (p.119), the Rwandan genocide (p.272), the CFA franc (p.82), and dictatorship (p.110). While the two strike the right tone here, many entries leave a slightly bitter taste. Two examples: why doesn’t the text on Barack Obama mention the great disappointment of many people in Africa, who expected more from the African policy of the first U.S. president with African roots than just occasional warm words? Why do the comments on Winnie Mandela gloss over the fact that she was a highly controversial icon of the anti-apartheid movement due to her involvement in kidnappings, acts of torture, and murders of alleged apartheid collaborators? Instead, there’s a compassion that brings tears to the eyes: “She was often reduced to a secondary role, the wife of a great man” or “When victory came, she didn’t taste its fruits. Divorced, isolated. She would never be a ‘first lady’ in an evening gown, posing before a bed of chrysanthemums. They’d keep her far from the circles of power” (p.224-225). At this point, I would’ve liked the authors to take a slightly more critical stance...
That said, these “weaknesses” (if you can call them that) shouldn’t overshadow the book as a whole. It remains an informative, sometimes very entertaining, and often even original work in its own way.
Book information (the original French and the German translation):
Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Dictionnaire enjoué des cultures africaines. Fayard, 2019. Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Der Puls Afrikas. Eine Liebeserklärung von A bis Z. Reclam, 2022.
Hery

Hi,
We’re going on a guided trip to South Africa. I’d love to know which guidebook is the most interesting: Routard, Lonely Planet, Michelin, Guide Vert, or Hachette’s Guide Voir.
Thanks so much for your advice. Marie
Hi, I'm looking for a good (digital) wildlife and bird guide for South Africa.
I'm planning a 2-month road trip through the parks and tourist spots.
I'm torn between *Duncan Butcher’s Wildlife of South Africa*, *Wildlife of Southern Africa Collins Traveller Guide*, and *Newman’s Birds Guide* for birds. Any other suggestions?! It can be in English, French, or Spanish! Thanks
I'm torn between *Duncan Butcher’s Wildlife of South Africa*, *Wildlife of Southern Africa Collins Traveller Guide*, and *Newman’s Birds Guide* for birds. Any other suggestions?! It can be in English, French, or Spanish! Thanks
During the 60s and 70s, thousands of travelers hit the road to India. Some were backpackers or hippies, but not all. In this collective anthology featuring around twenty contributors (including GeorgesOz), you’ll also find truth-seekers, a couple who went on their honeymoon to get married in Bengal... and "crazy" folks who set off on VéloSolex bikes...
Worth noting: all contributors donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron clinic in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
Worth noting: all contributors donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron clinic in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
Hi there,
I’m looking to watch films and series with my Thai girlfriend :-) I was wondering if you know of any sites where we can watch films or series in Thai or French with Thai or French subtitles ^^ We sometimes watch in English with English or Thai subtitles, but it’s quite hard for me ^^ I have to concentrate, and it’s not really enjoyable.
Thanks :-)
I’m looking to watch films and series with my Thai girlfriend :-) I was wondering if you know of any sites where we can watch films or series in Thai or French with Thai or French subtitles ^^ We sometimes watch in English with English or Thai subtitles, but it’s quite hard for me ^^ I have to concentrate, and it’s not really enjoyable.
Thanks :-)
Hi there,
Nice feature on the haenyeo and the gorgeous Jeju ❤️
South Korea: The Island of Women Divers | TF1 Info
Nice feature on the haenyeo and the gorgeous Jeju ❤️
South Korea: The Island of Women Divers | TF1 Info
Hi there,
I have a few GEO and Grands Reportages magazines in very good condition to give away. They date from 2006 to 2011.
If you're interested, please DM me.
I have a few GEO and Grands Reportages magazines in very good condition to give away. They date from 2006 to 2011.
If you're interested, please DM me.
Hi,
Could someone recommend a good book to help me recognize the animals I’ll come across in Namibia???
Thanks in advance! Tit&Lou
Departure planned for September 16, 2008!!
Could someone recommend a good book to help me recognize the animals I’ll come across in Namibia???
Thanks in advance! Tit&Lou
Departure planned for September 16, 2008!!
Hi,
I just finished reading Lettres de Barcelone by Caroline Leblanc. It's a collection of letters without a recipient that the author wrote during her 3 years of expatriation in Barcelona. So it's an inside look at the city, off the beaten path, even though the major tourist spots are also part of the scenery.
It's full of humor, very open to current events, the history of the city, Catalonia, and Spain. I really enjoyed it. 🙂
Hi there, I traveled to the Sultanate of Oman last January and had the book *Oman Off Road* in digital format in English, plus a second version in French. For anyone planning their trip, if this book interests you, don’t hesitate to reach out—it’s a real bible for off-the-beaten-path travel. Here’s my email for direct contact:
xavierpous@orange.fr
Or through Voyage Forum, which we’re always happy to use.
Take a step back, forget your bearings, and momentarily set aside the boxes we use to categorize life: humans on one side, animals on the other. Immerse yourself in that unsettling zone where man, stripped of his humanity, and the beast—capable of emotions and sensitivity—stand face to face.
Who is the predator, who is the prey? Where do fear, barbarism, or extreme violence lie, and where do compassion and philosophy reside?
In this book steeped in anthropomorphism, Stéphanie Artarit weaves a cruel plot and pushes the boundaries of darkness without ever wallowing in the grim or sordid.
A story of love and vengeance, of fierce beasts and humans, where the abominable, the unbearable, and the unthinkable are pierced by the candor and fragile luminosity of the heroine, Bambi, around whom (very) dark passions rage.
The action takes place in the Pyrenees in the mid-1970s. A dilapidated, isolated house, the theater of the unthinkable, where a shattered family ignored by social services lives—or survives: a missing father, a helpless mother, two degenerate twins, Sam and Valerien, a violent older brother, Martin, an absolute bastard, a dog... and a young adolescent, Bambi, the precarious pillar of this teetering balance. To escape this hopeless daily life, she regularly finds refuge in a nearby zoo. Caught during yet another sneaky visit, she is taken to the owner of the place, Noel Rivière, who, moved by her misery (and her ethereal, unreal beauty...), hires her as an apprentice.
This could have been the start of a fairy tale, redemption through love, the bastard permanently neutralized... and a breather for the reader.
But no.
The zoo serves as the backdrop for the second part of the story, which introduces new characters... a little girl, Feline, and a chimpanzee, Adam, placed in an isolated enclosure upon arrival because he was aggressive and unable to live among his own kind.
Humans with primitive animality, animals with astonishing humanity... a deranged, fierce, and heartbreaking Jungle Book. A noir novel with fluid, poetic writing.
A breathless read, almost devoured in one go (in two sittings) because it’s impossible to catch your breath before finding out how far the author will push the limits and what fate she has in store for her characters...
You Don’t Eat Cannibals Stéphanie ARTARIT Belfond Noir
In this book steeped in anthropomorphism, Stéphanie Artarit weaves a cruel plot and pushes the boundaries of darkness without ever wallowing in the grim or sordid.
A story of love and vengeance, of fierce beasts and humans, where the abominable, the unbearable, and the unthinkable are pierced by the candor and fragile luminosity of the heroine, Bambi, around whom (very) dark passions rage.
The action takes place in the Pyrenees in the mid-1970s. A dilapidated, isolated house, the theater of the unthinkable, where a shattered family ignored by social services lives—or survives: a missing father, a helpless mother, two degenerate twins, Sam and Valerien, a violent older brother, Martin, an absolute bastard, a dog... and a young adolescent, Bambi, the precarious pillar of this teetering balance. To escape this hopeless daily life, she regularly finds refuge in a nearby zoo. Caught during yet another sneaky visit, she is taken to the owner of the place, Noel Rivière, who, moved by her misery (and her ethereal, unreal beauty...), hires her as an apprentice.
This could have been the start of a fairy tale, redemption through love, the bastard permanently neutralized... and a breather for the reader.
But no.
The zoo serves as the backdrop for the second part of the story, which introduces new characters... a little girl, Feline, and a chimpanzee, Adam, placed in an isolated enclosure upon arrival because he was aggressive and unable to live among his own kind.
Humans with primitive animality, animals with astonishing humanity... a deranged, fierce, and heartbreaking Jungle Book. A noir novel with fluid, poetic writing.
A breathless read, almost devoured in one go (in two sittings) because it’s impossible to catch your breath before finding out how far the author will push the limits and what fate she has in store for her characters...
You Don’t Eat Cannibals Stéphanie ARTARIT Belfond Noir
Hi there,
Planning a trip to AOTEAROA in Feb 2026, I’m starting to gather info.
After several attempts searching in local bookshops and online, it seems this guide is no longer published—meaning it’s impossible to find a new French copy.
You can find used ones online, but only in English...
Lonely Planet has released a new "version" of their New Zealand guide, but it’s not really a "Guide" anymore—it’s called "Best Itineraries."
So, my question: Does anyone have a French-language Lonely Planet New Zealand guide from a not-too-old edition? For sale second-hand?
Or
Any recommendations for another guidebook-style book from a different publisher?
Thanks in advance!
Claude
So, my question: Does anyone have a French-language Lonely Planet New Zealand guide from a not-too-old edition? For sale second-hand?
Or
Any recommendations for another guidebook-style book from a different publisher?
Thanks in advance!
Claude
Mountain chronicle from the Hautes Vosges radio station. The last broadcast before summer. It won’t be about long-distance hiking or alpine feats, but rather an equally astonishing adventure that involved thousands of airmen supplying China as it fought against Japan during World War II: the air bridge over the Himalayas.
https://www.resonance-fm.com/podcast/2706%20chronique%20montagne%20The%20Hump%20la%20liaison%20a%C3%A9rienne%20Inde%20Chine%20au%20dessus%20de%20l'Himalaya%20.MP3
https://www.resonance-fm.com/podcast/2706%20chronique%20montagne%20The%20Hump%20la%20liaison%20a%C3%A9rienne%20Inde%20Chine%20au%20dessus%20de%20l'Himalaya%20.MP3
It seems like it's hard to find the book *Compagnon de Safari*, which is a guide to the wildlife of Namibia and Botswana.
Actually, you can order it directly from the author, Caroline Oriol.
http://guide-faune.voyage-namibie.fr/
It’s quick—you’ll get it by mail in 2 days! !
It’s quick—you’ll get it by mail in 2 days! !
Hi there,
As a follow-up to the exhibition "Royal Bronzes of Angkor" organized by the Guimet Museum (Paris), France 5 is airing a documentary called "Angkor, The Mystery of the Bronze Temples."
You can already watch it on replay.
https://www.france.tv/documentaires/documentaires-science/7241768-angkor-le-mystere-des-temples-de-bronze.html
All you need to do is create an account. It’s free and no commitment required.


Sometimes a trip, a desire to travel, a travel dream... begins between the pages of a book.
These three invite you to Scotland, on the Isle of Lewis. And although they’re published by Babel Noir, Actes Sud’s collection dedicated to crime novels with a dark atmosphere, and even though each book features a crime to solve, these three stories go far beyond the genre.
The central character, Fin, a man who wasn’t gifted with lightness or whimsy at birth, used to be a cop. He isn’t anymore, having left the police after a personal tragedy... A crime with a modus operandi similar to a case he was handling brings him back to Lewis... He’ll stay there. Because the time seems right for him to retrace the steps of his own story... a story deeply rooted in this land of melancholic geography, this island battered and rebattered by the winds, frozen in the past, where beliefs and traditions endure, defying time.
This austere island where his tender years were bruised. This harsh land that closes in on the dead... and returns them to the living years later, when the time seems right for them to put their childhood to rest, by facing the figures and ghosts that once crossed it.
Past and present intertwine, the memories of one explaining and perhaps unraveling the shadows of the other... and it’s only by confronting the darkness that he’ll find a strength he didn’t know he had, one that may—likely will—help him overcome the unspeakable.
In each book, Peter May, like a historian and anthropologist rolled into one, explores a page of the past, highlighting some of Scotland’s darker chapters: the omnipresence of religion, the conflict between Protestants and Catholics, the rituals marking the passage into adulthood, the terrible fate of orphans... the shadowy corners of the human soul.
A poetic, dense, and minimalist writing style that cuts to the essence, with just the right words to describe childhood, solitude, second chances—those who offer them and those who seize them—the weight of things... and happiness sometimes so close yet not always allowed to be grasped.
Three intense stories set in the same landscape: nature ever-present, the icy dampness, the slippery machair, the dry peat that fuels the fires... and Gaelic, that language with its harsh, guttural, rugged sounds?... which isn’t pronounced exactly as it’s written.
Peter May The Scottish Trilogy, Complete edition by Éditions du Rouergue Or In paperback, Actes Sud publisher, Babel Noir collection 1/ The Blackhouse 2/ The Lewis Man 3/ The Chessmen
The central character, Fin, a man who wasn’t gifted with lightness or whimsy at birth, used to be a cop. He isn’t anymore, having left the police after a personal tragedy... A crime with a modus operandi similar to a case he was handling brings him back to Lewis... He’ll stay there. Because the time seems right for him to retrace the steps of his own story... a story deeply rooted in this land of melancholic geography, this island battered and rebattered by the winds, frozen in the past, where beliefs and traditions endure, defying time.
This austere island where his tender years were bruised. This harsh land that closes in on the dead... and returns them to the living years later, when the time seems right for them to put their childhood to rest, by facing the figures and ghosts that once crossed it.
Past and present intertwine, the memories of one explaining and perhaps unraveling the shadows of the other... and it’s only by confronting the darkness that he’ll find a strength he didn’t know he had, one that may—likely will—help him overcome the unspeakable.
In each book, Peter May, like a historian and anthropologist rolled into one, explores a page of the past, highlighting some of Scotland’s darker chapters: the omnipresence of religion, the conflict between Protestants and Catholics, the rituals marking the passage into adulthood, the terrible fate of orphans... the shadowy corners of the human soul.
A poetic, dense, and minimalist writing style that cuts to the essence, with just the right words to describe childhood, solitude, second chances—those who offer them and those who seize them—the weight of things... and happiness sometimes so close yet not always allowed to be grasped.
Three intense stories set in the same landscape: nature ever-present, the icy dampness, the slippery machair, the dry peat that fuels the fires... and Gaelic, that language with its harsh, guttural, rugged sounds?... which isn’t pronounced exactly as it’s written.
Peter May The Scottish Trilogy, Complete edition by Éditions du Rouergue Or In paperback, Actes Sud publisher, Babel Noir collection 1/ The Blackhouse 2/ The Lewis Man 3/ The Chessmen
Tonight on Channel 5
Échappées belles in SENEGAL
https://television.telerama.fr/tele/magazine/echappees-belles,6640,emission162356169.php
https://television.telerama.fr/tele/magazine/echappees-belles,6640,emission162356169.php
Hi there,
I’m looking for links to the five episodes of the excellent 2014 France Culture podcast series called Pages from Nicolas Bouvier’s *The Way to the Orient*.
The episodes are: 1) Belgrade, 2) Tehran, 3) Afghanistan, 4) Ceylon, 5) Japan.
Unfortunately, they’re no longer available on France Culture.
Here’s the (expired) link to episode 1: https://www.radiofrance.fr/franceculture/podcasts/fictions-le-feuilleton/belgrade-9795251.
Maybe someone on this forum has downloaded these episodes or shared them on other platforms—like a blog, social media, or elsewhere.
Thanks so much in advance for any help!
Aude
For the kids and/or for us, do you have any good book recommendations for identifying and learning about the animals of Namibia (or Southern Africa)?
Hello to all travel lovers!
I'm leaving for several weeks to accompany groups in Namibia (I'm over the moon). It's a country I know because I've already spent three months there.
I'll be talking about culture, geography, history... but I'd also like to see my "clients" touched by the wildlife, maybe more specifically the birds. Unfortunately, I'm a lousy ornithologist.
:-p
So, if you could recommend a book on the world of birds we're about to see, that would be... awesome!
For those who are on the same journey as me and to avoid duplicates, here are the ones I've found (but haven't bought yet):
- *Compagnon de safari* by Oriol (2003) ??
- *Les oiseaux de l'ouest africain* by Serle and Morel (2005) ??
- *Guide des mammifères d'Afrique* by Kingdom (2013) ?? (No, birds aren't mammals!!)
- And then... that's not much 😕
Haven't found anything specific to Namibia.
So there you go, thank you all, and I wish you a very happy journey too!
I rarely post on the forum, but I've talked (well... written) a lot. Thanks for your attention! :-)
Nathaniel. (For those interested, I could share the link to photos from my previous trips.)
Beace!
I rarely post on the forum, but I've talked (well... written) a lot. Thanks for your attention! :-)
Nathaniel. (For those interested, I could share the link to photos from my previous trips.)
Beace!
In this charming open-air library, I came across a novel by Perumal Murugan, a Tamil writer and professor of Tamil literature, sometimes controversial because he’s accused of advocating too strongly for women’s rights.
It’s a harsh novel about love and caste. The love between Kumaresan and Saroja in today’s rural India.
The title: *The Pyre*(A belated tribute on this forum)
Abdulrazak Gurnah, an author with a unique journey and identity (Tanzania)
Big surprise in Stockholm: the 2021 Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to novelist Abdulrazak Gurnah. The Tanzanian author, who writes in English, is best known for his novels Paradise (1994) and By the Sea (2001). He was recognized for his "uncompromising and compassionate portrayal of the effects of colonialism and the fate of refugees caught between cultures and continents", according to the Nobel Committee.His work moves away from "stereotypical descriptions and opens our eyes to a culturally diverse East Africa that is little known in many parts of the world".
Gurnah is the first African author since 2003 to win the prestigious prize, and the fifth from the African continent overall—following Wole Soyinka (1986), Naguib Mahfouz (1988), Nadine Gordimer (1991), and J.M. Coetzee (2003). Once again, the prize passed over Kenyan Ngugi wa Thiong’o, who has long been among the favorites for the award.
Born in Zanzibar (now part of Tanzania) in 1948, Abdulrazak Gurnah grew up in an Arab family originally from Yemen. He sought refuge in the UK in the late 1960s, a few years after independence, at a time when the Muslim minority there was being persecuted. He wasn’t able to return to Zanzibar until 1984.
Since 1987, he has published around ten novels and several short stories in English (his native language is Swahili). None have become bestsellers, but his body of work as a whole offers a different perspective on issues like immigration and cultural diversity. His work sheds light on the effects of colonialism, exile, and the plight of refugees, "speaking" of his love for Africa and his fight against neocolonialism. Though Gurnah’s stories aren’t explicitly autobiographical, they’re inspired by his life as an immigrant in the UK.
Gurnah was also a professor of English and postcolonial literature at the University of Kent in Canterbury until his recent retirement.
Does this award bring more attention to African literature? Who knows? At the very least, it might give it a boost. If African literature is less visible in the West, it’s partly because it isn’t widely accessible: Gurnah is rarely translated into French or German, and not at all into Arabic.
In Tanzania and its Zanzibar archipelago, he’s being celebrated with joy. "This means a lot for Zanzibar’s struggle for self-determination," says Ismail Jussa, a literary critic from Zanzibar. "It helps put Zanzibar back on the map." The Swedish Committee acknowledged that his work has helped understand "the divisions caused by colonialists, but also the heartbreak of being torn between the homeland one comes from and the life of exile one is forced into."
By the Sea. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2001 (Fr.: Près de la Mer. Galaade Éd., 2006)
Paradise. Bloomsbury Publishing, 1994/2004 (Fr.: Paradis. Motifs, 1999)
Desertion. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2005 (Fr.: Adieu Zanzibar. Galaade Éd., 2009)
Afterlives. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2020 (Fr.: Les vies d’après. Denoël, 2023)
Hery
Abdulrazak Gurnah, an author with a unique journey and identity (Tanzania)
Big surprise in Stockholm: the 2021 Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to novelist Abdulrazak Gurnah. The Tanzanian author, who writes in English, is best known for his novels Paradise (1994) and By the Sea (2001). He was recognized for his "uncompromising and compassionate portrayal of the effects of colonialism and the fate of refugees caught between cultures and continents", according to the Nobel Committee.His work moves away from "stereotypical descriptions and opens our eyes to a culturally diverse East Africa that is little known in many parts of the world".
Gurnah is the first African author since 2003 to win the prestigious prize, and the fifth from the African continent overall—following Wole Soyinka (1986), Naguib Mahfouz (1988), Nadine Gordimer (1991), and J.M. Coetzee (2003). Once again, the prize passed over Kenyan Ngugi wa Thiong’o, who has long been among the favorites for the award.
Born in Zanzibar (now part of Tanzania) in 1948, Abdulrazak Gurnah grew up in an Arab family originally from Yemen. He sought refuge in the UK in the late 1960s, a few years after independence, at a time when the Muslim minority there was being persecuted. He wasn’t able to return to Zanzibar until 1984.
Since 1987, he has published around ten novels and several short stories in English (his native language is Swahili). None have become bestsellers, but his body of work as a whole offers a different perspective on issues like immigration and cultural diversity. His work sheds light on the effects of colonialism, exile, and the plight of refugees, "speaking" of his love for Africa and his fight against neocolonialism. Though Gurnah’s stories aren’t explicitly autobiographical, they’re inspired by his life as an immigrant in the UK.
Gurnah was also a professor of English and postcolonial literature at the University of Kent in Canterbury until his recent retirement.
Does this award bring more attention to African literature? Who knows? At the very least, it might give it a boost. If African literature is less visible in the West, it’s partly because it isn’t widely accessible: Gurnah is rarely translated into French or German, and not at all into Arabic.
In Tanzania and its Zanzibar archipelago, he’s being celebrated with joy. "This means a lot for Zanzibar’s struggle for self-determination," says Ismail Jussa, a literary critic from Zanzibar. "It helps put Zanzibar back on the map." The Swedish Committee acknowledged that his work has helped understand "the divisions caused by colonialists, but also the heartbreak of being torn between the homeland one comes from and the life of exile one is forced into."
By the Sea. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2001 (Fr.: Près de la Mer. Galaade Éd., 2006)
Paradise. Bloomsbury Publishing, 1994/2004 (Fr.: Paradis. Motifs, 1999)
Desertion. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2005 (Fr.: Adieu Zanzibar. Galaade Éd., 2009)
Afterlives. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2020 (Fr.: Les vies d’après. Denoël, 2023)
Hery
I just read this introduction
https://www.isabelleetlevelo.fr/2024/11/27/les-archives-de-lucien-peraire-enfin-prises-en-charge/
Then I went to the site created by La Maison des Sciences de l’Homme.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/
It’s a scholarly site, an inventory of all the documents from his journey.
I read the presentation of his travel journals.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/introduction.php
I was immediately won over by the man and the excerpts from his travel journals. What he writes feels like documentation of the peoples and societies he encountered, along with reflections that lead to broader thoughts on our humanity.
It really whets the appetite. Unfortunately, Éditions Garnier gave up on publishing his account. Péraire self-published it under the title *À travers le monde à vélo et en espéranto*, but it seems impossible to find.
The French journals are readable on the site, but they’re facsimiles. They’re handwritten and in an uncomfortable format—PDF. Plus, the ink has faded in parts.
Happy travels
https://www.isabelleetlevelo.fr/2024/11/27/les-archives-de-lucien-peraire-enfin-prises-en-charge/
Then I went to the site created by La Maison des Sciences de l’Homme.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/
It’s a scholarly site, an inventory of all the documents from his journey.
I read the presentation of his travel journals.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/introduction.php
I was immediately won over by the man and the excerpts from his travel journals. What he writes feels like documentation of the peoples and societies he encountered, along with reflections that lead to broader thoughts on our humanity.
It really whets the appetite. Unfortunately, Éditions Garnier gave up on publishing his account. Péraire self-published it under the title *À travers le monde à vélo et en espéranto*, but it seems impossible to find.
The French journals are readable on the site, but they’re facsimiles. They’re handwritten and in an uncomfortable format—PDF. Plus, the ink has faded in parts.
Happy travels
Hello,
Some travel to the ends of the Earth to climb Everest, but I set off more modestly to take on a challenge just as beautiful and demanding: walking the entire coast of Brittany.
Four months on the land of my ancestors... Four months with my thoughts... Four months living an adventure that changed my life...
No mountain to climb, no extreme weather conditions—just following the ocean and putting one foot in front of the other for 2,100 km to connect Saint-Nazaire to Mont Saint-Michel along the Customs Officers' Path.
I’d never walked that many days in a row. No performance to achieve, no record to break—just a path I followed. More than a path, I’d say it was a journey. I let my steps carry me, gradually letting go of the plan I’d set for myself to truly embrace the moment. I lived one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. An unforgettable adventure filled with encounters, joy, tears, and powerful moments etched into my memory. How could I not be touched by the warmth of the Bretons who opened their doors—and above all, their hearts—to me?
I cried tears of happiness. It felt so good. I felt alive, present, connected to myself and to others. I celebrated life. Everything reminded me of the luck I had to be on Earth. Everything amazed me—from the sound of the waves to the songs of birds, the endless colors of the sea, and the wind rushing through the trees, not to mention all the little signs life sent my way. I loved all those "chances" (were they really just coincidences?), all those unexpected encounters. Yes, life is beautiful! This path reminded me of the luck I have to be alive and here on this Earth. When you wake up every day to the sound of nature, how can you not appreciate your existence?
Everyone walks for a reason, whether it’s the Camino de Santiago or the Customs Officers' Path—it’s first and foremost a personal journey. I wanted to experience long-distance walking to discover new things. I got my share of answers, but also new questions. I wrote in my travel journal every day to remember every moment, every sensation, every encounter, every thought.
Now, it’s time to share this adventure with as many people as possible through a book I’ve been working on for two years... Readers’ feedback has been unanimous: "It’s simply a brilliant book."
I truly hope it will inspire you and give you the desire to pursue your own dreams too.
The book is available in bookstores, on Amazon, and on my website GR34 Aventure if you’d like a signed copy.
Thank you
Some travel to the ends of the Earth to climb Everest, but I set off more modestly to take on a challenge just as beautiful and demanding: walking the entire coast of Brittany.
Four months on the land of my ancestors... Four months with my thoughts... Four months living an adventure that changed my life...
No mountain to climb, no extreme weather conditions—just following the ocean and putting one foot in front of the other for 2,100 km to connect Saint-Nazaire to Mont Saint-Michel along the Customs Officers' Path.
I’d never walked that many days in a row. No performance to achieve, no record to break—just a path I followed. More than a path, I’d say it was a journey. I let my steps carry me, gradually letting go of the plan I’d set for myself to truly embrace the moment. I lived one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. An unforgettable adventure filled with encounters, joy, tears, and powerful moments etched into my memory. How could I not be touched by the warmth of the Bretons who opened their doors—and above all, their hearts—to me?
I cried tears of happiness. It felt so good. I felt alive, present, connected to myself and to others. I celebrated life. Everything reminded me of the luck I had to be on Earth. Everything amazed me—from the sound of the waves to the songs of birds, the endless colors of the sea, and the wind rushing through the trees, not to mention all the little signs life sent my way. I loved all those "chances" (were they really just coincidences?), all those unexpected encounters. Yes, life is beautiful! This path reminded me of the luck I have to be alive and here on this Earth. When you wake up every day to the sound of nature, how can you not appreciate your existence?
Everyone walks for a reason, whether it’s the Camino de Santiago or the Customs Officers' Path—it’s first and foremost a personal journey. I wanted to experience long-distance walking to discover new things. I got my share of answers, but also new questions. I wrote in my travel journal every day to remember every moment, every sensation, every encounter, every thought.
Now, it’s time to share this adventure with as many people as possible through a book I’ve been working on for two years... Readers’ feedback has been unanimous: "It’s simply a brilliant book."
I truly hope it will inspire you and give you the desire to pursue your own dreams too.
The book is available in bookstores, on Amazon, and on my website GR34 Aventure if you’d like a signed copy.
Thank you
I just came across an incredible magazine: America. Nearly 200 pages per issue. This quarterly, which will only be published during Trump’s presidency, gives a voice to the greatest French and American writers to try to understand America in the age of Donald Trump through reports, investigations, major interviews, and columns.
Issue 5 (america.aboshop.fr/...n/product-article/11) is entirely dedicated to what we all love here and is titled "What Remains of Wild America?" It covers wide-open spaces, nature, national parks, and shows how Trump has launched a systematic demolition of America’s environmental legacy. I’m thinking of buying the whole collection because this magazine is truly extraordinary.
Issue 5 (america.aboshop.fr/...n/product-article/11) is entirely dedicated to what we all love here and is titled "What Remains of Wild America?" It covers wide-open spaces, nature, national parks, and shows how Trump has launched a systematic demolition of America’s environmental legacy. I’m thinking of buying the whole collection because this magazine is truly extraordinary.
Hello everyone. Colombia is a country that has been plagued by clichés for decades—often unflattering ones—that, of course, don’t reflect (or only in a very caricatured way) the realities. Having lived in Cali for eight years, where I worked, I discovered a land full of life, colors, and diversity. If you're planning to explore this country that gave birth to the myth of El Dorado (which, by the way, is the name of Bogotá’s airport), you can certainly pick up the various guides published about it. For my part, I’d like to recommend one of the rare "beautiful books" (photos and text) dedicated to this country. It’s just been released by Géorama and is titled *Colombia, Magia de la Vida*. Click here to learn more by browsing the official site. I’m the author, and I’m happy to answer any questions or comments about Colombia or this book. Thanks, and happy travels!
A fascinating documentary about a Khmer treasure discovered in the Savannakhet region. The documentary places this discovery within the cultural environment of the Khmer era, from Wat Phu (Champassak - Laos) to Angkor (Cambodia).
https://www.arte.tv/fr/videos/116856-000-A/laos-le-tresor-oublie-de-la-civilisation-khmere/
Bonjour à tous,
Je compte voyager en Grande-Bretagne (quand cette crise sera finie) et voudrais savoir quels livres vous me conseilleriez pour la découvrir en termes d'histoire, de culture, de politique, etc. ; et je recherche des œuvres littéraires comme des romans, des récits de voyages ou des essais, pas pas des guides de voyages.
Merci,
Caro
Je compte voyager en Grande-Bretagne (quand cette crise sera finie) et voudrais savoir quels livres vous me conseilleriez pour la découvrir en termes d'histoire, de culture, de politique, etc. ; et je recherche des œuvres littéraires comme des romans, des récits de voyages ou des essais, pas pas des guides de voyages.
Merci,
Caro
Je vous invite à découvrir mon récit de voyage publié chez BoD : https://www.bod.fr/librairie/les-immensites-secretes-matthieu-stelvio-9782322236336
Vous pouvez consulter des illustrations sur cette page : https://atlae.blogspot.com/2020/09/parution-du-livre-les-immensites.html
J'espère qu'il intéressera au moins l'un d'entre vous...
Matthieu
Vous pouvez consulter des illustrations sur cette page : https://atlae.blogspot.com/2020/09/parution-du-livre-les-immensites.html
J'espère qu'il intéressera au moins l'un d'entre vous...
Matthieu






