The well-told story concerns how two sisters in early old-age finally manage to understand each other, to forgive, and to love.
South Africa on the cusp of a new beginning as Nelson Mandela moves from prison to President. Brilliant. Poignant. Full of human emotion and, sometimes, huge compassion.
Rape, and all its ramifications for the rest of the women’s lives, is a central theme, complete with HIV and AIDS, superstition, and the damage of ignorance.
A Zulu girl living with her ill mother in a squatter camp near the farm belonging to the two sisters gives birth to her rape induced baby boy. She awakens to find the child gone. Dead, her mother tells her, but it has been left on the doorstep at the farmhouse where one of the sisters wants to keep it to fulfil her yearning for a child of her own after a lifetime of miscarriages.
But the farm is under threat, too. A neighbouring game farm business wants to buy it because it sits between two of their existing farms. When their offer is refused, the white racists try terror tactics, and the sisters harbouring a black baby is enough to whip up the community anger.
It is the story of three women of courage against the backdrop of the birthing pains of a new South Africa. A story of fighting back against prejudice, racialism and ignorance.
If you want to make God laugh, then tell him your plans…
I swallowed big lumps, and cried not a little. A beautifully written tale that will surely be a classic one day soon.
Thanks to Penguin Random House SA for this ARC.