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November 22, 2017

Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight

Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight

A book by Angela Fuller

Subtitle :  An African Childhood

It’s easy to see where Don’t Let’s go the Dogs Tonight got it’s subtitle from.  It’s a brilliantly simple read about life as seen through the eyes of a child.

This book is an easy flowing 310 page memoir written by Alexandra Fuller.  British born, she moved to Rhodesia as a toddler in the early 70’s.  It tells the story of her family & their lives, loves & losses in Rhodesia until 1980, then onto Malawi and finally Zambia.

The book details the author’s  experiences through the eyes of a child,  to the “coming of age” years.  Nicknamed “Bobo”, she is the daughter of a white farmer.  I assumed these families were rich and lived off the fat of the land, but not in this household.

Children have worms,  dogs have ticks and fleas, flushing toilets are a luxury, parents work long and hard hours and life throughout is insecure in every way.  Despite this, Bobo is aware that her family is better off than many others in the countries she calls home.

Dad smokes, drives, fixes machinery, plants, herds and dips cattle, patrols to defend against terrorists and navigates the family’s journey through the world.  Mum drinks a lot,  is dominated by mood swings,  listens to records, tells the same stories over and over, sings, listens to records, rides horses, gets homesick for countries she has never lived in,  defends her family, shoots a snake and tends the sick. Her sister Vanessa is always around to tease, appease and comfort her in the darkest times.  They all handle firearms as easily as we handle handbags.

Bobo’s love for Africa, her parents and her siblings is clear, honest and pragmatic.  The book reads like an intimate diary detailing daily routines with refreshing honesty and much humour.  This personal account is woven with the stories of the people around her, the workers, the violence of the war, and bundles of deep love for the continent and its people.

It’s the story of a girl growing up in extraordinary times, and navigating her way through the fear, violence, heat, energy and breathtaking beauty that is Africa.

I enjoyed this very readable book because it was refreshing free of any attempt to explain the chaos during these times when the only sure thing was sudden change.  It made me sigh, wince, and laugh out loud, sometimes all on the same page.

Anyone who has lived in Africa is likely to read this book through to the end, scorpions and all.  It would appeal to others who like historical novels, dramas, have an interest in addiction or any curiosity around these times.

I loved:

The family slang,  the mixed language terminology, the brand names, the descriptions of the terrain and the oppressive heat, the reminders to wear a hat, the creepy crawlies, and the sense of living in present time and dealing with life as it is in the moment.

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Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic

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3 Responses “Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight”

  1. Phoebe Jones
    January 31, 2015 at 3:13 pm

    This book has just jumped to the top of my birthday list .. to give and to receive!

  2. Willem
    February 22, 2016 at 6:29 am

    I also thoroughly enjoyed this book. Very readable, but sometimes a cold hand will grip your heart.
    I once mentioned the book to an elderly lady while on a visit to Harare.
    Have she read it? I asked. “I know about it, but it is too close to home..”

    • February 22, 2016 at 6:43 pm

      Hi Willem, thank you for your kind & moving comment. Yes, Southern Africa has seen so much heartache for so many. We live for today, but should never forget the past & those who went before. Hope to see you here again 🙂 Regards, D

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