Worth noting: all contributors donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron clinic in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
The Hippie Trail to India in the 60s and 70s
by Becdanlo
Translated into English.
Original post
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.
Here’s a little bibliography on the Hippie Trail to India in the 60s/70s, plus other books that may have inspired travelers...
Allio Loïc, The Perfect Walk, self-published, 2012. Axel Brigitte, H, Flammarion, 1970. Barjavel René, The Roads to Kathmandu, Presses de la Cité, 1969, new edition, Pocket 2012. Bouvier Nicolas, The Way of the World, 1963, new edition, Payot poche, 1992. Jean-Pierre Bouyxou, Pierre Delannoy, Laurent Chollet, The Hippie Adventure, 1995, new edition, 10/18, 2004. Cerf Muriel, Anti-Travel, Mercure de France, 1974, new edition, Actes Sud, 2008. Delambre Bernard, Three Lives… Journey of an Aurovilian, CreateSpace Amazon, 2013. Duchaussois Charles, Flash, Arthème Fayard, 1971, new edition, Livre de poche, 2008. Gautier François, The Inner Caravan, Belles Lettres, 2005. Germain-Thomas Olivier, The Temptation of India, Plon, 1981, new edition, Gallimard, 2010. Grellety Bosviel Pascal, Indian Trip, Elytis, 2012. Hesse Hermann, Siddhartha, Le Livre de poche, 1975. Isal Jean-Pierre, I Was a Doctor Among the Hippies, Albin Michel & Sygmagazine, 1975. Lancelot Michel, I Want to Look God in the Face – The Hippie Phenomenon, Albin Michel, 1968. Lanza del Vasto, The Pilgrimage to the Sources, Denoël, 1943. Maclean Ron, Magic Bus – On the Hippie Trail from Istanbul to Kathmandu, Hoëbeke, 2011. Roumanoff Daniel, Candide in the Land of Gurus, Dervy, 1990. Vidal Luc, The Road – My Hippie Journal, Nouvelle Cité, 1974. Watts Alan, Love and Knowledge, Gonthier, Paris 1966 and Denoël/Gonthier, Paris, 1971.
Articles: Philippe Lagadec, “From the Pilgrimage to the Sources to the ‘Zindes Road’”, Association Jeunes Études Indiennes, 2003.
Magazine Actuelle, Novapress: Hitting the Road, issue 9, June 1971. To the End of the Road, issue 21, June 1972.
Audio-visual documents:
Antoine Jean, Dasnoy Philippe, The Hippie Ordeal, RTBF documentary, 1970. Jérôme Alain, The Hippie Phenomenon, Les dossiers de l’écran, INA documentary, 1973. Jouffa François, Kathmandu: The Festival of the Living Goddess, CD Frémeaux et associés 1969-2009. Malle Louis, Phantom India: The Impossible Camera, documentary, 1969. Niemer Maren, The Paths of Hippie Paradise, documentary, 2007.
Allio Loïc, The Perfect Walk, self-published, 2012. Axel Brigitte, H, Flammarion, 1970. Barjavel René, The Roads to Kathmandu, Presses de la Cité, 1969, new edition, Pocket 2012. Bouvier Nicolas, The Way of the World, 1963, new edition, Payot poche, 1992. Jean-Pierre Bouyxou, Pierre Delannoy, Laurent Chollet, The Hippie Adventure, 1995, new edition, 10/18, 2004. Cerf Muriel, Anti-Travel, Mercure de France, 1974, new edition, Actes Sud, 2008. Delambre Bernard, Three Lives… Journey of an Aurovilian, CreateSpace Amazon, 2013. Duchaussois Charles, Flash, Arthème Fayard, 1971, new edition, Livre de poche, 2008. Gautier François, The Inner Caravan, Belles Lettres, 2005. Germain-Thomas Olivier, The Temptation of India, Plon, 1981, new edition, Gallimard, 2010. Grellety Bosviel Pascal, Indian Trip, Elytis, 2012. Hesse Hermann, Siddhartha, Le Livre de poche, 1975. Isal Jean-Pierre, I Was a Doctor Among the Hippies, Albin Michel & Sygmagazine, 1975. Lancelot Michel, I Want to Look God in the Face – The Hippie Phenomenon, Albin Michel, 1968. Lanza del Vasto, The Pilgrimage to the Sources, Denoël, 1943. Maclean Ron, Magic Bus – On the Hippie Trail from Istanbul to Kathmandu, Hoëbeke, 2011. Roumanoff Daniel, Candide in the Land of Gurus, Dervy, 1990. Vidal Luc, The Road – My Hippie Journal, Nouvelle Cité, 1974. Watts Alan, Love and Knowledge, Gonthier, Paris 1966 and Denoël/Gonthier, Paris, 1971.
Articles: Philippe Lagadec, “From the Pilgrimage to the Sources to the ‘Zindes Road’”, Association Jeunes Études Indiennes, 2003.
Magazine Actuelle, Novapress: Hitting the Road, issue 9, June 1971. To the End of the Road, issue 21, June 1972.
Audio-visual documents:
Antoine Jean, Dasnoy Philippe, The Hippie Ordeal, RTBF documentary, 1970. Jérôme Alain, The Hippie Phenomenon, Les dossiers de l’écran, INA documentary, 1973. Jouffa François, Kathmandu: The Festival of the Living Goddess, CD Frémeaux et associés 1969-2009. Malle Louis, Phantom India: The Impossible Camera, documentary, 1969. Niemer Maren, The Paths of Hippie Paradise, documentary, 2007.
Could this non-exhaustive list be enriched with "L'odeur de l'Inde" (The Scent of India) by Pier Paolo Pasolini?
Yes, of course, as well as "Une certaine Idée de l'Inde" (A Certain Idea of India) by Alberto Moravia... since they traveled together in 1961... though they "did the route" by plane... just like Muriel Cerf, for that matter 🙂
Yes, of course, as well as "Une certaine Idée de l'Inde" (A Certain Idea of India) by Alberto Moravia... since they traveled together in 1961... though they "did the route" by plane... just like Muriel Cerf, for that matter 🙂
they "did the trail" by plane... just like Muriel Cerf, for that matter 🙂
Some others didn’t "do" it on foot or by plane... just in their imagination, in dreams, in fiction. 🙂 Barjavel never went to India. And while Indian spirituality permeates and nourishes some of Herman Hesse’s works, his travels in Asia never took him to that country.
Some others didn’t "do" it on foot or by plane... just in their imagination, in dreams, in fiction. 🙂 Barjavel never went to India. And while Indian spirituality permeates and nourishes some of Herman Hesse’s works, his travels in Asia never took him to that country.
Some others never "did" it on foot, nor by plane... just in their imagination, in dreams, in fiction. 🙂
Barjavel never went to India.
And while Indian spirituality permeates and nourishes some of Herman Hesse’s works, his travels in Asia never took him to that country.
Yes, this "imaginary India" is fascinating—I was also thinking of Jules Verne and his *Around the World in 80 Days*, with the train journey across India and the scene where Phileas Fogg saves Mrs. Aouda from the funeral pyre in Calcutta... I don’t think Jules Verne ever actually traveled to India.
I also think some travel stories are steeped in imagination, like *Flash* by Charles Duchaussois... but that’s another story 😉
Yes, this "imaginary India" is fascinating—I was also thinking of Jules Verne and his *Around the World in 80 Days*, with the train journey across India and the scene where Phileas Fogg saves Mrs. Aouda from the funeral pyre in Calcutta... I don’t think Jules Verne ever actually traveled to India.
I also think some travel stories are steeped in imagination, like *Flash* by Charles Duchaussois... but that’s another story 😉
Besides, haven’t the photos and captions in those books contributed more to creating the myth than firsthand accounts?
Yeah, probably, but they (the photos and legends) are also what fuels the desire to travel: comparing the imaginary with reality... and if the gap is too big... disappointment sets in. Unless you fall in love with a country... in that case, we’re protected: everything becomes wonderful and magical! 🙂
Yeah, probably, but they (the photos and legends) are also what fuels the desire to travel: comparing the imaginary with reality... and if the gap is too big... disappointment sets in. Unless you fall in love with a country... in that case, we’re protected: everything becomes wonderful and magical! 🙂
And while Indian spirituality permeates and nourishes some of Herman Hesse's works, his travels in Asia never took him to that country.
Good evening,
Even though he never visited India, his love for the country wasn’t just a trend or purely a spiritual matter for him—it was a subject that shaped him from childhood. His ancestors were missionaries in India, and his mother was even born there.
Hery
Good evening,
Even though he never visited India, his love for the country wasn’t just a trend or purely a spiritual matter for him—it was a subject that shaped him from childhood. His ancestors were missionaries in India, and his mother was even born there.
Hery
Even though he wasn’t in India, his love for India wasn’t just a trend or a spiritual matter for him—it was a subject that had shaped him since childhood: his ancestors were missionaries in India, and his mother was even born there.
Hery
I took a look at what Wikipedia says about Herman Hesse, and in the chapter "Between Lake Constance and India," you can read:
Disagreements were also multiplying in his marriage, and to gain some distance, Hesse took a long trip to Ceylon and Indonesia with Hans Sturzenegger in 1911. He didn’t find the spiritual and religious inspiration he had hoped for, but this journey deeply influenced his later works, starting with Indian Journal (1913).
Now all that’s left is to read these Indian Journals.
🙂
Hery
I took a look at what Wikipedia says about Herman Hesse, and in the chapter "Between Lake Constance and India," you can read:
Disagreements were also multiplying in his marriage, and to gain some distance, Hesse took a long trip to Ceylon and Indonesia with Hans Sturzenegger in 1911. He didn’t find the spiritual and religious inspiration he had hoped for, but this journey deeply influenced his later works, starting with Indian Journal (1913).
Now all that’s left is to read these Indian Journals.
🙂
Good evening,
Thanks for these links and texts...
To be honest, back then I was a fan of the young Hesse, but the "Indian" Hesse never interested me. I never read Siddhartha or his major novels like Steppenwolf or The Glass Bead Game. My favorite works by Hesse are Beneath the Wheel (amazing!) and Peter Camenzind: very autobiographical prose. As for Demian: The Story of a Youth, I can’t remember if I read it. I think I did, but I’m not sure. Also an early work.
As for the title Indian Notebooks ("Aus Indien. Aufzeichnungen von einer indischen Reise"), it’s a bit odd to talk about "his Indian journey" when he never really traveled around India. Is there an explanation for that?!
Hery
Thanks for these links and texts...
To be honest, back then I was a fan of the young Hesse, but the "Indian" Hesse never interested me. I never read Siddhartha or his major novels like Steppenwolf or The Glass Bead Game. My favorite works by Hesse are Beneath the Wheel (amazing!) and Peter Camenzind: very autobiographical prose. As for Demian: The Story of a Youth, I can’t remember if I read it. I think I did, but I’m not sure. Also an early work.
As for the title Indian Notebooks ("Aus Indien. Aufzeichnungen von einer indischen Reise"), it’s a bit odd to talk about "his Indian journey" when he never really traveled around India. Is there an explanation for that?!
Hery
A little update on the bibliography about the India route of the 1960s-70s and other books that may have inspired travelers... :
Airault Régis, Mad About India, Payot & Rivages, 2000, new edition, 2002. Allio Loïc, The Perfect Walk, self-published, 2012. Axel Brigitte, H, Flammarion, 1970. Barjavel René, The Roads to Kathmandu, Presses de la Cité, 1969, new edition, Pocket 2012. Borg Gérard, The Trip to Drugs, Le Seuil, 1971. Bouvier Nicolas, The Way of the World, 1963, new edition, Payot poche, 1992. Jean-Pierre Bouyxou, Pierre Delannoy, Laurent Chollet, The Hippie Adventure, 1995, new edition, 10/18, 2004. Cerf Muriel, The Anti-Travel, Mercure de France, 1974, new edition, Actes Sud, 2008. Delambre Bernard, Three Lives… Journey of an Aurovilian, CreateSpace Amazon, 2013. Duchaussois Charles, Flash, Arthème Fayard, 1971, new edition, Livre de poche, 2008. Gautier François, The Inner Caravan, Belles Lettres, 2005. Germain-Thomas Olivier, The Temptation of India, Plon, 1981, new edition, Gallimard, 2010. Grellety Bosviel Pascal, Indian Trip, Elytis, 2012. Hesse Hermann, Siddhartha, Le Livre de poche, 1975. Isal Jean-Pierre, I Was a Doctor Among the Hippies, Albin Michel & Sygmagazine, 1975. Lancelot Michel, I Want to Look God in the Face - The Hippie Phenomenon, Albin Michel, 1968. Lanza del Vasto, The Pilgrimage to the Sources, Denoël, 1943. Maclean Ron, Magic Bus – On the Hippie Trail from Istanbul to Kathmandu, Hoëbeke, 2011. Moravia Alberto, A Certain Idea of India, Arléa, 2007. Pasolini Pier Paolo, The Scent of India, Denoël, 1984. Roumanoff Daniel, Candide in the Land of Gurus, Dervy, 1990. Thieuloy Jack, India’s High Roads, Gallimard, 1971. On the Way to India, Seghers, 1990. Vidal Luc, The Road – My Hippie Journal, Nouvelle Cité, 1974. Watts Alan, Love and Knowledge, Gonthier, Paris 1966 and Denoël/Gonthier, Paris, 1971.
Articles: Philippe Lagadec, “From the Pilgrimage to the Sources to the ‘Zindes Road’”, Association Jeunes Études Indiennes, 2003.
Magazine Actuelle, Novapress: Hitting the Road, no. 9, June 1971. All the Way Down the Road, no. 21, June 1972.
Audio-visual documents: Antoine Jean, Dasnoy Philippe, The Hippie Calvary, RTBF documentary, 1970. Jérôme Alain, The Hippie Phenomenon, Les dossiers de l’écran, INA documentary, 1973. Jouffa François, Kathmandu, the Festival of the Living Goddess, CD Frémeaux et associés 1969-2009. Malle Louis, Phantom India, the Impossible Camera, documentary, 1969. Niemer Maren, The Paths of Hippie Paradises, documentary, 2007. -- In PDF: www.becdanlo.fr/...20annees%2060-70.pdf
Airault Régis, Mad About India, Payot & Rivages, 2000, new edition, 2002. Allio Loïc, The Perfect Walk, self-published, 2012. Axel Brigitte, H, Flammarion, 1970. Barjavel René, The Roads to Kathmandu, Presses de la Cité, 1969, new edition, Pocket 2012. Borg Gérard, The Trip to Drugs, Le Seuil, 1971. Bouvier Nicolas, The Way of the World, 1963, new edition, Payot poche, 1992. Jean-Pierre Bouyxou, Pierre Delannoy, Laurent Chollet, The Hippie Adventure, 1995, new edition, 10/18, 2004. Cerf Muriel, The Anti-Travel, Mercure de France, 1974, new edition, Actes Sud, 2008. Delambre Bernard, Three Lives… Journey of an Aurovilian, CreateSpace Amazon, 2013. Duchaussois Charles, Flash, Arthème Fayard, 1971, new edition, Livre de poche, 2008. Gautier François, The Inner Caravan, Belles Lettres, 2005. Germain-Thomas Olivier, The Temptation of India, Plon, 1981, new edition, Gallimard, 2010. Grellety Bosviel Pascal, Indian Trip, Elytis, 2012. Hesse Hermann, Siddhartha, Le Livre de poche, 1975. Isal Jean-Pierre, I Was a Doctor Among the Hippies, Albin Michel & Sygmagazine, 1975. Lancelot Michel, I Want to Look God in the Face - The Hippie Phenomenon, Albin Michel, 1968. Lanza del Vasto, The Pilgrimage to the Sources, Denoël, 1943. Maclean Ron, Magic Bus – On the Hippie Trail from Istanbul to Kathmandu, Hoëbeke, 2011. Moravia Alberto, A Certain Idea of India, Arléa, 2007. Pasolini Pier Paolo, The Scent of India, Denoël, 1984. Roumanoff Daniel, Candide in the Land of Gurus, Dervy, 1990. Thieuloy Jack, India’s High Roads, Gallimard, 1971. On the Way to India, Seghers, 1990. Vidal Luc, The Road – My Hippie Journal, Nouvelle Cité, 1974. Watts Alan, Love and Knowledge, Gonthier, Paris 1966 and Denoël/Gonthier, Paris, 1971.
Articles: Philippe Lagadec, “From the Pilgrimage to the Sources to the ‘Zindes Road’”, Association Jeunes Études Indiennes, 2003.
Magazine Actuelle, Novapress: Hitting the Road, no. 9, June 1971. All the Way Down the Road, no. 21, June 1972.
Audio-visual documents: Antoine Jean, Dasnoy Philippe, The Hippie Calvary, RTBF documentary, 1970. Jérôme Alain, The Hippie Phenomenon, Les dossiers de l’écran, INA documentary, 1973. Jouffa François, Kathmandu, the Festival of the Living Goddess, CD Frémeaux et associés 1969-2009. Malle Louis, Phantom India, the Impossible Camera, documentary, 1969. Niemer Maren, The Paths of Hippie Paradises, documentary, 2007. -- In PDF: www.becdanlo.fr/...20annees%2060-70.pdf
What were travelers reading when they hit the road? Here’s a little bibliography from Gérard Borg’s book *Le voyage à la drogue* (*The Drug Journey*):


It was on February 10, 2016, that you fixed a huge oversight in your 2014 list—namely, the exceptional "The India of the Open Road" by Thieuloy, a true backpacker’s Malraux. Do you know many people who set off ALONE with their vehicle and came back without a hitch?
PS: I went solo too, but using local transport back in 1973.
A few photographic proofs below: 1: Cappadocia 2: Lagash in Iraq 3: Isfahan 4: Buddha of Bamiyan (see my logo) 5: Lakshmi Narayan Temple in Delhi 6: Ellora 7: Hampi 8: Khajuraho 9: Konark 10: Mahabalipuram 11: Mysore 12: Thanjavur 13: Maharajah’s palace in Varanasi
PS: I went solo too, but using local transport back in 1973.
A few photographic proofs below: 1: Cappadocia 2: Lagash in Iraq 3: Isfahan 4: Buddha of Bamiyan (see my logo) 5: Lakshmi Narayan Temple in Delhi 6: Ellora 7: Hampi 8: Khajuraho 9: Konark 10: Mahabalipuram 11: Mysore 12: Thanjavur 13: Maharajah’s palace in Varanasi
It was on February 10, 2016, that you fixed a huge oversight in your 2014 list—namely, the exceptional "L'Inde des grands chemins" by Thieuloy, a backpacker’s Malraux, yes indeed.
When I first got into the India overland route, I came across this video with Frédéric Taddeï, which suggested that Muriel Cerf’s book "L'antivoyage" was the only account from that era... talk about the journey I had ahead of me 😉
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYw8atS9shQ
Your photos are gorgeous! Were they retouched? Because often, the colors in prints from that time have faded, discolored, or yellowed...
When I first got into the India overland route, I came across this video with Frédéric Taddeï, which suggested that Muriel Cerf’s book "L'antivoyage" was the only account from that era... talk about the journey I had ahead of me 😉
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYw8atS9shQ
Your photos are gorgeous! Were they retouched? Because often, the colors in prints from that time have faded, discolored, or yellowed...
I’m pretty much hopeless with computers, so Photoshop and the like are a total mystery to me.
It’s true that the slides I often used—especially for students—have faded, and the bright reds have turned into brick red. I ended up throwing away a lot of them, plus those with spots and mold, and the ones the scanner only captured partially! But the ones I rarely used were always stored in dark boxes inside a drawer, and they’ve held up well since I only started scanning them after 2003—so about 30 years later. The only "touch-up" I did for some was adjusting the contrast and brightness.
A few examples of mediocre quality: 1: Bost in Afghanistan; mold 2: Band-e Amir in Afghanistan; scratch 3 and 4: Varanasi; speckles and reddish tint 5: Same for Aurangabad 6: Aurangabad; speckles 7: Same for Peshawar 8-9: Khyber Pass; reddish tint and unscanned border 10: Lahore; unscanned border
It’s true that the slides I often used—especially for students—have faded, and the bright reds have turned into brick red. I ended up throwing away a lot of them, plus those with spots and mold, and the ones the scanner only captured partially! But the ones I rarely used were always stored in dark boxes inside a drawer, and they’ve held up well since I only started scanning them after 2003—so about 30 years later. The only "touch-up" I did for some was adjusting the contrast and brightness.
A few examples of mediocre quality: 1: Bost in Afghanistan; mold 2: Band-e Amir in Afghanistan; scratch 3 and 4: Varanasi; speckles and reddish tint 5: Same for Aurangabad 6: Aurangabad; speckles 7: Same for Peshawar 8-9: Khyber Pass; reddish tint and unscanned border 10: Lahore; unscanned border
Interesting point about the longevity of old color photos... we won’t have that issue with digital photography... except for the storage medium itself... from floppy disks that have already vanished to USB drives that might become unreadable...
Hey
Digital isn’t necessarily hassle-free. First off, we store stuff on flash memory, and I’ve lost data before. Then there’s slides—they’re a great medium if you store them properly. My old India slides still have a better quality than digital. I scanned them with the right equipment—it was tedious, sure, but the result speaks for itself.
But let’s get back to our elephants. In the late 80s, I met a guy in Pondy. He’d done the overland route on foot in the 60s. The icing on the cake? He was mentioned in Duchaussois’s book *Flash*. He didn’t even remember—his Kathmandu days were a bit hazy. And he lived outside Kathmandu. Charles, on the other hand, was inside the city walls. A question of means... He told me a lot about that era. But it’d take hours to go into detail... Anyway, that’s all. 🙂
And hello to so-and-so who keeps deleting my messages. He’ll know who he is. 😛
Digital isn’t necessarily hassle-free. First off, we store stuff on flash memory, and I’ve lost data before. Then there’s slides—they’re a great medium if you store them properly. My old India slides still have a better quality than digital. I scanned them with the right equipment—it was tedious, sure, but the result speaks for itself.
But let’s get back to our elephants. In the late 80s, I met a guy in Pondy. He’d done the overland route on foot in the 60s. The icing on the cake? He was mentioned in Duchaussois’s book *Flash*. He didn’t even remember—his Kathmandu days were a bit hazy. And he lived outside Kathmandu. Charles, on the other hand, was inside the city walls. A question of means... He told me a lot about that era. But it’d take hours to go into detail... Anyway, that’s all. 🙂
And hello to so-and-so who keeps deleting my messages. He’ll know who he is. 😛
Hi,
Yeah, for digital photos, the long-term storage isn't really guaranteed...
If you have any stories about the India route, you can still reach out to Edwin Roubanovitch
edroubagmail.com
who’s collecting testimonies in French—don’t hesitate...
😉
Yeah, for digital photos, the long-term storage isn't really guaranteed...
If you have any stories about the India route, you can still reach out to Edwin Roubanovitch
edroubagmail.com
who’s collecting testimonies in French—don’t hesitate...
😉
Maybe this will cause a stir, but I saw exactly what follows. There were roughly three types of people traveling this route:
A) The "observers", like Thieuloy or myself, who were little or not at all drawn to drugs or Hinduism.
B) Those (and there were many, including women!) drawn to Hinduism: yoga and gurus were all the rage, not to mention the Beatles’ stay in Rishikesh. One of the most famous gurus had perfectly understood this—he emigrated to the USA and had numerous followers to whom he taught how to detach from worldly goods. Caught for tax fraud, he had to sell, among other riches, his 80 Rolls-Royces—the poor man, so detached from material concerns!
Personally, I never really understood how Westerners—90% of them Anglo-Saxon, no less—raised on the principles of equality, could admire the ONLY major RACIST religion in the world: remove the Untouchables, and the ENTIRE system collapses! Watching them closely, I realized they were PLAYING a game—the game of "Look, Dad, how much I despise your society and how well I can do without it!" Of course, a few years later, the same people with mohawks or dreadlocks were back in their offices wearing shirts and ties!
C) Those drawn to spiritual escape, to reaching a higher level of consciousness—basically nonsense—who went there for drugs, since even the King of Nepal praised the local hashish as "the best and healthiest in the world" (sic). Many of these young dreamers were surprised to discover that India has ALWAYS cracked down on drugs, which is why Kathmandu was so appealing. The sketchier ones stopped in Istanbul (see *Midnight Express*, a fabulous film!), while the others rushed as fast as possible through Iran, Afghanistan, and Pakistan. Personal experience: in the old Mercedes buses, there were plenty of them on the Tabriz-Tehran-Mashhad-Kandahar-Kabul-Peshawar-Lahore route. At the time, I had veered off this route to visit Hamadan-Sanandaj-Susa-Bishapur-Shiraz-Isfahan-Qom: in total, I met a Belgian couple in their car in Susa, a few Americans and Germans in Shiraz and Isfahan, and THAT’S IT! Not a single hippie in those regions!
Then, likely under pressure from India, Nepal did a 180-degree turn around 1973, I think: drugs were suddenly repressed! Immediately, these Anglo-Saxons "discovered the spirituality of Afghanistan," and Kabul became their new hub—Kathmandu was out. ALL the *chai khanas*/lodges/etc. in Kabul reeked of hash!
Fooled by those (and there are still plenty on this forum) who like to talk big, boasting about their financial exploits (it’s a competition to see who paid the least!), they imagined you could live in India on 5 francs, or about 1 €, a day! You could SURVIVE a few weeks on that, no more. So, some ended up selling their belongings cheaply, then their return flight ticket ("I’ll hitchhike back"), just to buy opium to keep going with their emaciated bodies and stomachs wrecked from drinking the "local" water. Then they’d sell their passports, and the downward spiral continued. I spoke with a member of the French consulate in Bombay, a doctor on assignment, who told me that around 5,000 Westerners were lost in India and Nepal at the time. Only Switzerland would repatriate its citizens for free back then.
That was the reality of the "Kathmandu trail," but how many books actually talk about it? Thieuloy touches on it, and Cerf completely misses the mark, doing what 99% of women did—getting meals, nights in luxury hotels (oh, the joy of a beautiful bathroom for someone traveling on a shoestring: what a contradiction!), and only sleeping with people of a certain status, NEVER with a backpacker. Pathetic!
From someone who, between 1973 and 2016, took 8 major trips to India:
1: Amritsar
2: Ladakh
3: Gujarat
4: Himachal Pradesh
5: Kerala
6: The Aghori sadhus
7: Zanskar
Yeah, everyone found their own path... their own way...
Some were driven by something, others just ended up there by chance... but what really mattered, overall, was that it helped introduce the East to young Westerners. As Rory MacLean puts it in his book *Magic Bus*: It was the first time in human history that so many people set off for foreign lands not to colonize, but to be colonized.
Here’s a message I came across recently:
Hi, We’re 11th-grade literature students, and for our *TPE* (research project), we’re looking for testimonies from people who traveled the Hippie Trail to India. If you’d like to help and share your experience, you can reach us at this email address: ... Thanks in advance! Allan, Léa, and Céliane
This adventure still has plenty of stories to tell 😉
Some were driven by something, others just ended up there by chance... but what really mattered, overall, was that it helped introduce the East to young Westerners. As Rory MacLean puts it in his book *Magic Bus*: It was the first time in human history that so many people set off for foreign lands not to colonize, but to be colonized.
Here’s a message I came across recently:
Hi, We’re 11th-grade literature students, and for our *TPE* (research project), we’re looking for testimonies from people who traveled the Hippie Trail to India. If you’d like to help and share your experience, you can reach us at this email address: ... Thanks in advance! Allan, Léa, and Céliane
This adventure still has plenty of stories to tell 😉
Rory Mac Lean should tone it down a bit.
After the post-WWII reconstruction, for the first time in history, thanks to their standard of living, parental support (pocket money), and the revolution in air travel with the first jet planes, young people could travel far from home IN EVERY DIRECTION!
Hundreds of thousands of Anglo-Saxons—the largest group (logical, since they had the most cash!)—headed to Latin America and Europe. The flow wasn’t specifically focused on India. For example, young Australians and New Zealanders went more to Bali than to India.
PS For these students—Allan, Léa, and Céliane—I’d be happy to help... but I’d need their email address instead of those three dots! Can you sort that out?
You know the famous poem "The Albatross": "...indolent travel companion..."
Personal photo: Indolent? My foot! !
Our kids' TPE (high-school research project) was for the previous school year, which is why I didn’t include their email address... but if you’d still like to get in touch with them, here’s an address: cbreuyre@gmail.com
We don’t have much data on the first charter destinations other than India. In Philippe Lagadec’s small study, he mentions 10,000 Westerners in India, including 1,500 French travelers in 1970.
f.hypotheses.org/.../07/philippe2003.pdf
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We don’t have much data on the first charter destinations other than India. In Philippe Lagadec’s small study, he mentions 10,000 Westerners in India, including 1,500 French travelers in 1970.
f.hypotheses.org/.../07/philippe2003.pdf
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Thanks.
For flights, I was thinking of Americans, Canadians, and Australians. It was the arrival of the famous Boeing 707 around 1960—the first true jet airliner—that allowed them to travel far from home.
I’m not talking about Europeans: the "route" was done as a backpacker, using local buses and hitchhiking (which wasn’t free!). Those who claimed, especially the guys, to cross Iran or Pakistan for free—what braggarts!
It’s like the X people on this forum who "do a round-the-world trip" and start it with a Paris-Delhi flight!
There were roughly three types of people who took this route: A) the "observers", like Thieuloy or myself, who were little or not at all drawn to drugs or Hinduism. B) those (and there were many women!) drawn to Hinduism: yoga and gurus were all the rage, not to mention the Beatles' stay in Rishikesh. One of the most famous gurus had perfectly understood this: he had emigrated to the USA and had numerous followers to whom he taught how to detach from worldly goods. Caught for tax fraud, he had to sell, among other riches, his 80 Rolls Royces—the poor guy: detached from material concerns!
I took the Hippie Trail to India in 1972... destination Kathmandu. A few years later, I briefly joined the group you classify as B. You're talking about the guru Shree Rajneesh, right? The one who was in Poona? He got kicked out of India and then settled in Oregon! He had built his program on a (disguised) liberation through sex—he called it "dynamic meditation!"—and it attracted quite a crowd. During a flight to Bombay in the late 1970s, I was very surprised to see a good part of the plane occupied by beautiful young American women wearing saffron-colored saris with a pendant around their necks featuring a photo of their guru. I asked one of them about it, and tempted by a spiritual program I imagined to be very enticing, I didn’t miss the chance to visit the ashram in Poona upon arriving in Bombay! I spent just one night there—rather clandestinely—a very good night, but the next day, I was kicked out by his henchmen because, of course, to benefit from the guru’s "teachings," you had to leave an offering... A membership fee that was beyond my financial means. More than his theoretical teachings, I was especially interested in putting his sexual philosophy into practice! PS: The Beatles went to Rishikesh.
I took the Hippie Trail to India in 1972... destination Kathmandu. A few years later, I briefly joined the group you classify as B. You're talking about the guru Shree Rajneesh, right? The one who was in Poona? He got kicked out of India and then settled in Oregon! He had built his program on a (disguised) liberation through sex—he called it "dynamic meditation!"—and it attracted quite a crowd. During a flight to Bombay in the late 1970s, I was very surprised to see a good part of the plane occupied by beautiful young American women wearing saffron-colored saris with a pendant around their necks featuring a photo of their guru. I asked one of them about it, and tempted by a spiritual program I imagined to be very enticing, I didn’t miss the chance to visit the ashram in Poona upon arriving in Bombay! I spent just one night there—rather clandestinely—a very good night, but the next day, I was kicked out by his henchmen because, of course, to benefit from the guru’s "teachings," you had to leave an offering... A membership fee that was beyond my financial means. More than his theoretical teachings, I was especially interested in putting his sexual philosophy into practice! PS: The Beatles went to Rishikesh.
I’m convinced one of the biggest weaknesses of Protestants is their fragmentation into branches—Anabaptists, Adventists, Lutherans, and so on—eventually turning into sects. So, these teenagers, fed this by mom and dad who just let it happen, were unconsciously searching for a MASTER. You just have to remember those thousands of hysterical girls screaming at the Beatles or others to understand how easily they were swept up in this fascination with India.
PS: Sorry for the spelling of those exotic names; the memory of the Beatles still draws in those lingering hippies!
In 2016: 1: 4 trendy guys 2: Me, leading a mediocre life in some run-down industrial suburb of Chicago, JUST SO SOMEONE NOTICES ME!
PS: Sorry for the spelling of those exotic names; the memory of the Beatles still draws in those lingering hippies!
In 2016: 1: 4 trendy guys 2: Me, leading a mediocre life in some run-down industrial suburb of Chicago, JUST SO SOMEONE NOTICES ME!
Earlier in this thread, I shared a bibliography on the India Overland Route in French (updated since). Here’s one in English, put together by the University of South Wales’ "Hippy Trail Project":
http://hippy-trail-project.blogs.southwales.ac.uk/2014/10/08/hippy-trail-links-books-and-sources/
Also, the "Hippy Trail Project" is about to publish a book—it should be out soon:

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http://hippy-trail-project.blogs.southwales.ac.uk/2014/10/08/hippy-trail-links-books-and-sources/
Also, the "Hippy Trail Project" is about to publish a book—it should be out soon:

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it's crazy how right you are
I myself arrived in Goa with no money, I saw paradise with my own eyes but the end was sordid—I could’ve left my skin there if my parents hadn’t sent me my flight ticket. I met loads of cool babas who had money orders sent to them, girls who turned tricks like the guys did too, just to pay for their smack. I feel so much compassion for those who died in misery, and I really feel for them.
When I hear some people say, "I stayed in India, came back, and I love it," I ask them, "With what money?"
Great post I went back not that long ago, but I won’t go again, even though I love the country—it’s totally transformed, but so has France...
Alright, I’ll leave it there, there’s too much to say namasté Dupont11
When I hear some people say, "I stayed in India, came back, and I love it," I ask them, "With what money?"
Great post I went back not that long ago, but I won’t go again, even though I love the country—it’s totally transformed, but so has France...
Alright, I’ll leave it there, there’s too much to say namasté Dupont11
BOM BOLENATH
They "did the trail" by plane... just like Muriel Cerf, for that matter 🙂
Some others didn’t "do" it on foot or by plane... just in their imagination, in dreams, in fiction. 🙂 Barjavel never went to India. And while Indian spirituality permeates and nourishes some of Herman Hesse’s works, his travels in Asia never took him to that country.
I just found out that Marguerite Duras (The Vice Consul, India Song...) never actually lived in India either... that’s what Dominique Sigaud writes in her book "Leaving, Calcutta." Anyone know more?
Some others didn’t "do" it on foot or by plane... just in their imagination, in dreams, in fiction. 🙂 Barjavel never went to India. And while Indian spirituality permeates and nourishes some of Herman Hesse’s works, his travels in Asia never took him to that country.
I just found out that Marguerite Duras (The Vice Consul, India Song...) never actually lived in India either... that’s what Dominique Sigaud writes in her book "Leaving, Calcutta." Anyone know more?
Hermann Hesse, Marguerite Duras, and Barjavel may never have gone to India, but we have proof for André Malraux (here with Sophie de Vilmorin) ;)
Photos © Jack Garofalo (Guetty images)

"At that hour, Benares was the Ganges. A sparrowhawk followed our boat, between the ever-renewed fires of the funeral pyres and the stacks of wood for cremations. In the rhythm of the hemp-colored river like the city, a silent voice quoted within me: ‘Here are the sacred waters of the Ganges, which sanctify the parted lips of the dead.’ [...] Here, a housewife leaned out of her window in the smoke of the corpses, which the crowd watched pass as the first inhabitants of Benares watched the calm flight of migratory birds. [...] The eldest son lit his father’s pyre, relatives chatted while smoking, scrawny dogs passed, noses to the ground, in front of lines of patient vultures—before the large pyres of the rich, the small pyres of the poor and children, and the ascetics as numerous as ever. The slope was so steep that the dead seemed to descend standing. The holy city surrendered to life continuing, with weary submission." (*Mirrors of the Void* – André Malraux, 1972)
Photos © Jack Garofalo (Guetty images)

"At that hour, Benares was the Ganges. A sparrowhawk followed our boat, between the ever-renewed fires of the funeral pyres and the stacks of wood for cremations. In the rhythm of the hemp-colored river like the city, a silent voice quoted within me: ‘Here are the sacred waters of the Ganges, which sanctify the parted lips of the dead.’ [...] Here, a housewife leaned out of her window in the smoke of the corpses, which the crowd watched pass as the first inhabitants of Benares watched the calm flight of migratory birds. [...] The eldest son lit his father’s pyre, relatives chatted while smoking, scrawny dogs passed, noses to the ground, in front of lines of patient vultures—before the large pyres of the rich, the small pyres of the poor and children, and the ascetics as numerous as ever. The slope was so steep that the dead seemed to descend standing. The holy city surrendered to life continuing, with weary submission." (*Mirrors of the Void* – André Malraux, 1972)
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Can’t help but laugh when I see Malraux and his crew’s faces. Seriously, it looks like they’re at the zoo, with some old colonial vibes lingering. It’s kinda pathetic, the human condition and all. 🙂
Can’t help but laugh when I see Malraux and his crew’s faces. Seriously, it looks like they’re at the zoo, with some old colonial vibes lingering. It’s kinda pathetic, the human condition and all. 🙂
2: me, leading a mediocre existence in a dreary industrial suburb of Chicago, JUST SO I GET NOTICED!
That’s harsh!!! I’m explaining these colors, these long hair styles as a way of dressing locally? With those hippies, rastas, and all that local vibrancy... though India has changed, and what I’m describing is a caricature that’s fading in the 21st century... though the population there is massive... not all French people wear berets or jellabas... to talk about Indian diversity... do you know how to plant cabbages????
Anyway, it’s clear that while some were traveling the world during this mass movement, others were busy thinking and building the Internet—and here we are, chatting thanks to them. And some, like the young woman in the photo who got singled out, are also trying to get noticed by quickly categorizing things... done and dusted.
More importantly, there’s still that Californian vibe that came out of the 60s-70s popular movement, and we’ve seen how some tech folks back then ditched the white shirt and tie for the more laid-back style of that region, showing you can work hard while staying casual... Also, there’s this bigger trend of seeing the world differently and living, let’s say, a little less lobotomized. The proof? Lifestyle trends all over the planet—and notably, how votes were split in the last U.S. elections... You might say the outcome of all this is insignificant, so everything I’m saying could be tossed in the trash... and did any of it help end the Vietnam War? Maybe that one, but what about the next ones... who knows why... The American Internet also shows us how you can clown around en masse, and the whole planet’s invited to join in...
That’s harsh!!! I’m explaining these colors, these long hair styles as a way of dressing locally? With those hippies, rastas, and all that local vibrancy... though India has changed, and what I’m describing is a caricature that’s fading in the 21st century... though the population there is massive... not all French people wear berets or jellabas... to talk about Indian diversity... do you know how to plant cabbages????
Anyway, it’s clear that while some were traveling the world during this mass movement, others were busy thinking and building the Internet—and here we are, chatting thanks to them. And some, like the young woman in the photo who got singled out, are also trying to get noticed by quickly categorizing things... done and dusted.
More importantly, there’s still that Californian vibe that came out of the 60s-70s popular movement, and we’ve seen how some tech folks back then ditched the white shirt and tie for the more laid-back style of that region, showing you can work hard while staying casual... Also, there’s this bigger trend of seeing the world differently and living, let’s say, a little less lobotomized. The proof? Lifestyle trends all over the planet—and notably, how votes were split in the last U.S. elections... You might say the outcome of all this is insignificant, so everything I’m saying could be tossed in the trash... and did any of it help end the Vietnam War? Maybe that one, but what about the next ones... who knows why... The American Internet also shows us how you can clown around en masse, and the whole planet’s invited to join in...
A new update to the bibliography on the 60s-70s Hippie Trail to India, plus other books that may have inspired travelers... Over 10 new entries, thanks to contributions from Edwin Roubanovitch, who’s working on preserving the memory of this route:
The new entries are highlighted in yellow in the PDF file.
Airault Régis, Mad About India, Payot & Rivages, 2000, new edition, 2002. Allio Loïc, The Perfect Walk, self-published, 2012. Axel Brigitte, H, Flammarion, 1970. Barjavel René, The Roads to Kathmandu, Presses de la Cité, 1969, new edition, Pocket 2012. Borg Gérard, The Trip to Drugs, Le Seuil, 1971. Bouvier Nicolas, The Way of the World, 1963, new edition, Payot poche, 1992. Jean-Pierre Bouyxou, Pierre Delannoy, Laurent Chollet, The Hippie Adventure, 1995, new edition, 10/18, 2004. Brugiroux André, Paths of Peace, Séguier, 1990, new edition, Géorama Éditions, 2009. Cerf Muriel, The Anti-Travel, Mercure de France, 1974, new edition, Actes Sud, 2008. Coelho Paulo, Hippie, Flammarion, 2018. Delambre Bernard, Three Lives… Journey of an Aurovilian, CreateSpace Amazon, 2013. Duchaussois Charles, Flash, Arthème Fayard, 1971, new edition, Livre de poche, 2008. Gautier François, The Inner Caravan, Belles Lettres, 2005. Germain-Thomas Olivier, The Temptation of India, Plon, 1981, new edition, Gallimard, 2010. Gloaguen Philippe, The Rough Guide, 1973. Grellety Bosviel Pascal, Indian Trip, Elytis, 2012. Hesse Hermann, Siddhartha, Le Livre de poche, 1975. Isal Jean-Pierre, I Was a Doctor Among the Hippies, Albin Michel & Sygmagazine, 1975. Joubert Jean-Victor, Chiloum! The Magnificent Mess of the Hippie Dream, CreateSpace Amazon, 2014. Kaczynski Claire, Diary of a Parisian in Jaipur, Les éditions de l'île Saint-Louis, 2014. Lancelot Michel, I Want to Look God in the Face – The Hippie Phenomenon, Albin Michel, 1968. Lanza del Vasto, Pilgrimage to the Sources, Denoël, 1943. Maclean Ron, Magic Bus – On the Hippie Trail from Istanbul to Kathmandu, Hoëbeke, 2011. Marion Francis, The Hippie Trail to India: A Journey Beyond Drugs, Éditions du Cerf, 1980. Moravia Alberto, A Certain Idea of India, Arléa, 2007. Pasolini Pier Paolo, The Scent of India, Denoël, 1984. Roumanoff Daniel, Candide in the Land of Gurus, Dervy, 1990. Thieuloy Jack, India’s Great Roads, Gallimard, 1971. On the Road to India, Seghers, 1990. Vidal Luc, The Road – My Hippie Journal, Nouvelle Cité, 1974. Wattellier Alain, India Under Datura: Diary of a Poison Drinker, self-published, 2004? Watts Alan, Love and Knowledge, Gonthier, Paris 1966 and Denoël/Gonthier, Paris, 1971.
Articles/magazines/journals: Philippe Lagadec, "From Pilgrimage to the Sources to the Hippie Trail", Association Jeunes Études Indiennes, 2003. Revue Actuelle, Novapress: Hitting the Road, no. 9, June 1971. The End of the Road, no. 21, June 1972. Globe-Trotters magazine, Special 70s Issue, no. 65, 1999. Paris-Match, Warning, Young People: Death Lurks on the Road to Kathmandu, no. 1416, 1976. Charlie mensuel, Avignon to Kathmandu, no. 139, 1980.
Audio-visual documents: Antoine Jean, Dasnoy Philippe, The Hippie Ordeal, RTBF documentary, 1970. Jérôme Alain, The Hippie Phenomenon, Les dossiers de l’écran, INA documentary, 1973. Decoust Michèle, Auroville, A Land for Tomorrow, Satya Production, 2010. Decoust Michèle, Auroville: The Golden Link Toward Human Unity, 2012. Jouffa François, Kathmandu: The Festival of the Living Goddess, CD Frémeaux et associés 1969-2009. Malle Louis, Phantom India: The Impossible Camera, documentary, 1969. Niemer Maren, Paths to Hippie Paradise, documentary, 2007. Vitaller Philippe, Régis Airault, The India Syndrome: On the Road to Self, Les Films Jack Fébus, 2004.
The new entries are highlighted in yellow in the PDF file.
Airault Régis, Mad About India, Payot & Rivages, 2000, new edition, 2002. Allio Loïc, The Perfect Walk, self-published, 2012. Axel Brigitte, H, Flammarion, 1970. Barjavel René, The Roads to Kathmandu, Presses de la Cité, 1969, new edition, Pocket 2012. Borg Gérard, The Trip to Drugs, Le Seuil, 1971. Bouvier Nicolas, The Way of the World, 1963, new edition, Payot poche, 1992. Jean-Pierre Bouyxou, Pierre Delannoy, Laurent Chollet, The Hippie Adventure, 1995, new edition, 10/18, 2004. Brugiroux André, Paths of Peace, Séguier, 1990, new edition, Géorama Éditions, 2009. Cerf Muriel, The Anti-Travel, Mercure de France, 1974, new edition, Actes Sud, 2008. Coelho Paulo, Hippie, Flammarion, 2018. Delambre Bernard, Three Lives… Journey of an Aurovilian, CreateSpace Amazon, 2013. Duchaussois Charles, Flash, Arthème Fayard, 1971, new edition, Livre de poche, 2008. Gautier François, The Inner Caravan, Belles Lettres, 2005. Germain-Thomas Olivier, The Temptation of India, Plon, 1981, new edition, Gallimard, 2010. Gloaguen Philippe, The Rough Guide, 1973. Grellety Bosviel Pascal, Indian Trip, Elytis, 2012. Hesse Hermann, Siddhartha, Le Livre de poche, 1975. Isal Jean-Pierre, I Was a Doctor Among the Hippies, Albin Michel & Sygmagazine, 1975. Joubert Jean-Victor, Chiloum! The Magnificent Mess of the Hippie Dream, CreateSpace Amazon, 2014. Kaczynski Claire, Diary of a Parisian in Jaipur, Les éditions de l'île Saint-Louis, 2014. Lancelot Michel, I Want to Look God in the Face – The Hippie Phenomenon, Albin Michel, 1968. Lanza del Vasto, Pilgrimage to the Sources, Denoël, 1943. Maclean Ron, Magic Bus – On the Hippie Trail from Istanbul to Kathmandu, Hoëbeke, 2011. Marion Francis, The Hippie Trail to India: A Journey Beyond Drugs, Éditions du Cerf, 1980. Moravia Alberto, A Certain Idea of India, Arléa, 2007. Pasolini Pier Paolo, The Scent of India, Denoël, 1984. Roumanoff Daniel, Candide in the Land of Gurus, Dervy, 1990. Thieuloy Jack, India’s Great Roads, Gallimard, 1971. On the Road to India, Seghers, 1990. Vidal Luc, The Road – My Hippie Journal, Nouvelle Cité, 1974. Wattellier Alain, India Under Datura: Diary of a Poison Drinker, self-published, 2004? Watts Alan, Love and Knowledge, Gonthier, Paris 1966 and Denoël/Gonthier, Paris, 1971.
Articles/magazines/journals: Philippe Lagadec, "From Pilgrimage to the Sources to the Hippie Trail", Association Jeunes Études Indiennes, 2003. Revue Actuelle, Novapress: Hitting the Road, no. 9, June 1971. The End of the Road, no. 21, June 1972. Globe-Trotters magazine, Special 70s Issue, no. 65, 1999. Paris-Match, Warning, Young People: Death Lurks on the Road to Kathmandu, no. 1416, 1976. Charlie mensuel, Avignon to Kathmandu, no. 139, 1980.
Audio-visual documents: Antoine Jean, Dasnoy Philippe, The Hippie Ordeal, RTBF documentary, 1970. Jérôme Alain, The Hippie Phenomenon, Les dossiers de l’écran, INA documentary, 1973. Decoust Michèle, Auroville, A Land for Tomorrow, Satya Production, 2010. Decoust Michèle, Auroville: The Golden Link Toward Human Unity, 2012. Jouffa François, Kathmandu: The Festival of the Living Goddess, CD Frémeaux et associés 1969-2009. Malle Louis, Phantom India: The Impossible Camera, documentary, 1969. Niemer Maren, Paths to Hippie Paradise, documentary, 2007. Vitaller Philippe, Régis Airault, The India Syndrome: On the Road to Self, Les Films Jack Fébus, 2004.
Thanks for this update.
I’ve read some of these books and can see there are plenty more for me to discover.
On that note, I just finished *Au fil des bornes* (*Along the Milestones*), a no-frills account by three paralyzed and broke Alsatians who made the round-trip from Strasbourg to Benares by car “to prove nothing is impossible”! Even though their adventure took place in 1956—so slightly outside the 1960s/70s timeframe—it’s still an incredible feat, told with total modesty. *Au fil des Bornes* – Jean-Robert RAPP – Éditions L'Archipel
Otherwise, I notice one book is missing from the list: *Parias* (*Pariahs*) by Pascal Bruckner! And for good reason—it’s fiction, a real dive into horror, even if the details are supposedly true. I had to stop reading at page 98 because I think India, with its incredible culture, people, and diversity that leave no one indifferent, deserves so much more than this sensationalist novel!
Even if we shouldn’t turn a blind eye to some unbearable scenes, many travelers agree that in India, you have to “look beyond appearances.” Some travel stories—those tied to adventure or spiritual journeys—must surely have the power to uplift the soul?
On that note, I just finished *Au fil des bornes* (*Along the Milestones*), a no-frills account by three paralyzed and broke Alsatians who made the round-trip from Strasbourg to Benares by car “to prove nothing is impossible”! Even though their adventure took place in 1956—so slightly outside the 1960s/70s timeframe—it’s still an incredible feat, told with total modesty. *Au fil des Bornes* – Jean-Robert RAPP – Éditions L'Archipel
Otherwise, I notice one book is missing from the list: *Parias* (*Pariahs*) by Pascal Bruckner! And for good reason—it’s fiction, a real dive into horror, even if the details are supposedly true. I had to stop reading at page 98 because I think India, with its incredible culture, people, and diversity that leave no one indifferent, deserves so much more than this sensationalist novel!
Even if we shouldn’t turn a blind eye to some unbearable scenes, many travelers agree that in India, you have to “look beyond appearances.” Some travel stories—those tied to adventure or spiritual journeys—must surely have the power to uplift the soul?
"Il suffit de partir pour revenir à l'essentiel"
Thanks so much, Parenski!
I’ll add these two books to the next update, and I just ordered them to read.
1956 is practically contemporary with Nicolas Bouvier and Thierry Vernet’s journey (1953–1954), which resulted in *The Way of the World* (1963).
You wrote, "Some travel narratives tied to adventure or spiritual exploration must surely have the power to uplift the soul?"
That’s a bit like the "inner journey," which still feels like a mystery to me.😉
I’ll add these two books to the next update, and I just ordered them to read.
1956 is practically contemporary with Nicolas Bouvier and Thierry Vernet’s journey (1953–1954), which resulted in *The Way of the World* (1963).
You wrote, "Some travel narratives tied to adventure or spiritual exploration must surely have the power to uplift the soul?"
That’s a bit like the "inner journey," which still feels like a mystery to me.😉
Hi Bernard,
Yes, these two accounts—"The Way of the World" and "Along the Milestones"—are roughly from the same era, like "The Cruel Way," the story by Ella Maillart.
By the way, I’ve noticed that many Western travelers who stayed in India or various regions of the Himalayas wrote books about their journeys and spiritual paths. I’m thinking, for example, of Paul Brunton (*A Search in Secret India*), Alexandra David-Neel (*My Journey to Lhasa*), Anagarika Govinda (*The Way of the White Clouds*), Lanza del Vasto (*Return to the Source*), and Hermann Hesse (*Siddhartha*, which is already in your list). Beyond these classics, I think there are others that might deserve a spot in your list.
Yes, these two accounts—"The Way of the World" and "Along the Milestones"—are roughly from the same era, like "The Cruel Way," the story by Ella Maillart.
By the way, I’ve noticed that many Western travelers who stayed in India or various regions of the Himalayas wrote books about their journeys and spiritual paths. I’m thinking, for example, of Paul Brunton (*A Search in Secret India*), Alexandra David-Neel (*My Journey to Lhasa*), Anagarika Govinda (*The Way of the White Clouds*), Lanza del Vasto (*Return to the Source*), and Hermann Hesse (*Siddhartha*, which is already in your list). Beyond these classics, I think there are others that might deserve a spot in your list.
"Il suffit de partir pour revenir à l'essentiel"
During the 1960s and 70s, thousands of travelers hit the road to make their way to India. Some were backpackers or hippies, but not all. This collective anthology features around twenty contributors (including GeorgesOz), and you can also find truth-seekers, a couple who went on their honeymoon to get married in Bengal... "mad" folks who set off on VéloSolex bikes...
It’s worth noting that all participants donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron dispensary in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
How funny! I just stumbled upon this post where I’m mentioned for having contributed to "Eastward Bound in the 1970s" (a few years back now). I’ve been to India three times since then. It’s part of my migratory cycle: Thailand and India at the start of the year, and mostly Europe and Latin America otherwise. I haven’t managed to find the time (or the courage) to write about India, but what huge impressions and experiences!
It’s worth noting that all participants donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron dispensary in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
How funny! I just stumbled upon this post where I’m mentioned for having contributed to "Eastward Bound in the 1970s" (a few years back now). I’ve been to India three times since then. It’s part of my migratory cycle: Thailand and India at the start of the year, and mostly Europe and Latin America otherwise. I haven’t managed to find the time (or the courage) to write about India, but what huge impressions and experiences!
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Otherwise, I notice that one book is missing from the list: Parias by Pascal Bruckner! And for good reason—it’s a work of fiction, a real dive into horror, even if the details might be true. I had to stop reading at page 98 because I think India, with its incredible culture, people, and diversity that leave no one indifferent, deserves much better than this sensationalist novel!
….
Hello,
To add to my surprise in discovering this post, this is the first time I’ve heard of this author whose name I (almost) share! It’s actually the pseudonym I had adopted for the publication mentioned by Becdanlo.
Hello,
To add to my surprise in discovering this post, this is the first time I’ve heard of this author whose name I (almost) share! It’s actually the pseudonym I had adopted for the publication mentioned by Becdanlo.
….. To be honest, back then I was a fan of the young Hesse, but the "Indian" Hesse never interested me: I never read Siddhartha or his major novels like Steppenwolf or The Glass Bead Game. My favorite works by Hesse are Beneath the Wheel (amazing!) and Peter Camenzind …..
Hello Hery,
I’ve read the first three you mentioned. While Siddhartha clearly showcases its Indian character, I don’t recall noticing that in Steppenwolf (which I’ve read three times in the original German!). Maybe we could say India is a Magic Theater for many travelers, and the character of Pablo (the saxophonist) is a guru?
Hello Hery,
I’ve read the first three you mentioned. While Siddhartha clearly showcases its Indian character, I don’t recall noticing that in Steppenwolf (which I’ve read three times in the original German!). Maybe we could say India is a Magic Theater for many travelers, and the character of Pablo (the saxophonist) is a guru?
Apart from these classics, I think there are others that might deserve a spot in your list.
Don’t hesitate to make suggestions—I’m all ears...
Don’t hesitate to make suggestions—I’m all ears...
Hi GeorgesOZ!
I didn’t manage to find the time (or the courage) to write about India, but what huge impressions and experiences!
Writing is another form of travel... not necessarily writing a book, but a travel journal on VF? "To the East in the 2000s" 🙂
I didn’t manage to find the time (or the courage) to write about India, but what huge impressions and experiences!
Writing is another form of travel... not necessarily writing a book, but a travel journal on VF? "To the East in the 2000s" 🙂
Hi Georges,
Yes, sometimes coincidence is amazing. A few years ago on this forum, I read with interest long passages from a guy who recounted his travel adventures in India and Pakistan. Then a year later, I couldn’t find that author again and thought he had left the forum.
And today, after coming across the link "To the East in the 1970s" right here, I realize that this author is actually you—and that you contributed to a collective travel book about the journey to India.
I’ll take the time to read your stories because, having made the round trip to India in 1979 with just a few dozen francs in my pocket, I’m still nostalgic for that era when it was possible to leave spontaneously without a return ticket.
I’ll certainly have more thoughts to share or questions to ask you.
Yes, sometimes coincidence is amazing. A few years ago on this forum, I read with interest long passages from a guy who recounted his travel adventures in India and Pakistan. Then a year later, I couldn’t find that author again and thought he had left the forum.
And today, after coming across the link "To the East in the 1970s" right here, I realize that this author is actually you—and that you contributed to a collective travel book about the journey to India.
I’ll take the time to read your stories because, having made the round trip to India in 1979 with just a few dozen francs in my pocket, I’m still nostalgic for that era when it was possible to leave spontaneously without a return ticket.
I’ll certainly have more thoughts to share or questions to ask you.
"Il suffit de partir pour revenir à l'essentiel"
Sure, no problem. By the way, are you the author or editor of the collective work on "the overland route to India"?
"Il suffit de partir pour revenir à l'essentiel"
writing a book, but a travel journal on VF—a different kind of journey? It’s just as valid, intellectually and emotionally. The problem is when you travel too much! But "To the East in the 2000s," oh yes, great idea! 🙂
…. A few years ago on this forum, I read with interest long passages from a guy who recounted his travel adventures in India and Pakistan. ….
And today, finding the link "Vers l'Orient dans les années 1970" right here, I realize that this author is you …...
I’ll certainly have more thoughts to share or questions to ask.
Hello Didier,
Sometimes fate works in mysterious ways! More thoughts and questions: with pleasure—it adds to the journey, as Becdanlo and I were discussing.
And today, finding the link "Vers l'Orient dans les années 1970" right here, I realize that this author is you …...
I’ll certainly have more thoughts to share or questions to ask.
Hello Didier,
Sometimes fate works in mysterious ways! More thoughts and questions: with pleasure—it adds to the journey, as Becdanlo and I were discussing.
"Magic Bus 1972" by Yves Petit - be aware, it's a very large file (236 MB):
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=download&confirm=1_fH&id=1KVb_5BzC78glLN5YDDshCMVMDgF8Rmpl
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=download&confirm=1_fH&id=1KVb_5BzC78glLN5YDDshCMVMDgF8Rmpl
Something rare enough to be worth mentioning here: the release of a graphic novel in French: Hippie Trail - Prenatal Autobiography:
Séverine was born in Greece in 1973, and it took many years before she uncovered the true story of her birth. This autobiographical novel traces her investigation among the protagonists of a 4L road trip all the way to Afghanistan, along the famous Hippie Trail. Until everything went off the rails... An adventure that’s not exactly glorious, often funny, and demystifies the coming-of-age journey of the seventies.
published by Steinkis: =AT388abGAISuqTITW-ATdhMJb6ps5cQV09RuNQgQXQ_Lyd27oc-YMg8o1SELtGdX6AEKYPXD48ho69WANDmz4jFiOhw0venUnzLor9Sng95yzEkoGOjze_tAzJ0AitWX5ewi-GQe6MPvd01zFGsw3Vw1wKJSM0As9Mw3G5lUP8Ejn4cWK-rOta_L2d3m"]https://steinkis.com/livres/hippie-trail/hippie-trail.html
Séverine was born in Greece in 1973, and it took many years before she uncovered the true story of her birth. This autobiographical novel traces her investigation among the protagonists of a 4L road trip all the way to Afghanistan, along the famous Hippie Trail. Until everything went off the rails... An adventure that’s not exactly glorious, often funny, and demystifies the coming-of-age journey of the seventies.
published by Steinkis: =AT388abGAISuqTITW-ATdhMJb6ps5cQV09RuNQgQXQ_Lyd27oc-YMg8o1SELtGdX6AEKYPXD48ho69WANDmz4jFiOhw0venUnzLor9Sng95yzEkoGOjze_tAzJ0AitWX5ewi-GQe6MPvd01zFGsw3Vw1wKJSM0As9Mw3G5lUP8Ejn4cWK-rOta_L2d3m"]https://steinkis.com/livres/hippie-trail/hippie-trail.html
Ella Maillart and Annemarie Schwarzenbach's journey in 1939-1940.
Note: Available only until June 28, 2020 on the French Cinematheque website:
https://cinematheque.tube/videos/watch/0005489b-b9c8-4c14-affc-e0af1b409f35?subtitle=fr&title=0&warningTitle=0&start=2m30s
https://cinematheque.tube/videos/watch/0005489b-b9c8-4c14-affc-e0af1b409f35?subtitle=fr&title=0&warningTitle=0&start=2m30s
@Levelo: Yeah, that film is really interesting and underrated.
Anyway, things are finally moving in the Francophone world!!! After Séverine Laliberté's book and Yves Petit's account, here's Edwin Roubanovitch's documentary project—he interviewed dozens of overland travelers:
https://youtu.be/_3ag6PmxuQw
Anyway, things are finally moving in the Francophone world!!! After Séverine Laliberté's book and Yves Petit's account, here's Edwin Roubanovitch's documentary project—he interviewed dozens of overland travelers:
https://youtu.be/_3ag6PmxuQw
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"400 pages of verbal pyrotechnics and animal magic" — The Times
"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)
"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
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





































