Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

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Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

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I was captivated by the stories: The stories were fascinating, dangerous, unimaginable, maddening, crazy, and hilarious. This is a joyously telling memoir that evokes Mary Karr's The Liars' Club as much as it does Isak Dinesen's Out of Africa .

You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice. Her father joined up on the side of the white government in the Rhodesian civil war, and was often away fighting against the powerful black guerilla factions. I thought this book was going to be about Africa and how she came to see that the White people in Zimbabwe were in fact the 'bad guys' in the war but instead it was really about her family surviving in Africa. She did a masterful job creating distinct realistic voices with multiple accents to distinguish between the different ages, genders, and nationalities found within the stories. Threatened by landmines and soldiers on the outside and from the weight of grief and alcoholism on the inside, her family found a way to navigate forces that destroyed many others.As the tension builds in the novel the author knows when it has reached the breaking point and throws in some humor.

From earwigs skittering across the living room when the Christmas tree candles were lighted to the pair of rats living in her bedroom, and from clinging on while her dad drove around shouting for the laughing kids on the car roof to sing louder to her mother’s breakdowns after losing three children, Fuller presents each experience just as she remembers it, with little to no commentary. I appreciated that we, as whites, could not own a piece of Africa, but I knew, with startling clarity, that Africa owned me. Her book Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight won the Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize in 2002 and a finalist for the Guardian First Book Award.The memoirs of the childhood of a white girl (Alexandra, known as Bobo), raised on African farms in the 1970s and 1980s, along with her sister, Van(essa). If I had to give concrete criticisms of the book, the main one would be that she doesn't develop any characters outside of her immediately family (in fact, it seemed her family didn't have any substantial relationships with anyone, other than each other), and even those characters could use a bit more context. a vibrantly personal account of growing up in a family every bit as exotic as the continent which seduced it . By the time she is eight, the war is in full swing; her parents veer from being determined farmers to being blind drunk whilst the author and her sister, the only survivors of five children, alternately take up target practice and sing Rod Stewart numbers from sunbleached rocks. They are separated, not just by tragedy, but also by booze; the way her drunken mother can spend, “an agreeable hour, looking in the rear-view mirror and trying out various expressions to see which most suits her lips”.

It is a true story of a white girl growing up in Africa during the civil war, and it smacks of colonialism and racism, both of which I dislike. Alexandra Fuller’s African childhood was much more eventful and harrowing than my own: growing up a desperately poor farmer’s daughter in the epicenter of the Rhodesian war for independence, with Uzis a more common accessory than handbags, and a dysfunctional, alcoholic, supremacist, emotionally remote family, before bouncing around ex-British colonial East Africa as tenant farm managers.Bobo feels neither African (where she spends most of her childhood) nor British (where she was born). When they drive into town they go past Africans “whose hatred reflects like sun in a mirror into our faces, impossible to ignore”. In "Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight, Alexandra Fuller remembers her African childhood with candor and sensitivity. It is a period of history I knew nothing about and a place I have not visited, but the writing transported me there completely. At first, it seemed that the entire book and the author herself would have laughed mockingly at that quaint desire for commonality.

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