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Zimbabwean
literature: A nervous condition
Brian Chikwava, Guest Editor - Pambazuka News
Extracted from Pambazuka News : Issue 285
January 11, 2007
http://www.pambazuka.org/en/category/comment/39141
Brian Chikwava
comments on the literature of Zimbabwe. "Thankfully, in spite
of or because of the difficulties that Zimbabwe is going through,
the turn of the century has seen a quiet adjustment in the publishing
of fiction, giving new voices a better platform to be heard,"
writes Chikwava.
One can argue
that great literary works are rarely about good sentences or syntax.
Given a good literary mind, these are insignificances that will
normally sort themselves out. More often than not, it is the pulse
of the mind behind a piece of work that either turns it into a shoddy
bundle of words, or a creation that will find resonance across cultures
and connect people's experiences in ways unenvisaged before.
Such minds have been seen in geographically disparate corners of
the world: Nawal el Saadawi in Egypt; Augusto Roa Bastos in Paraguay;
Abdullah Hussein in Pakistan; Ngugi Wa Thiong'o in Kenya;
Boris Pasternak in the Soviet Union; Steve Biko in South Africa;
the list is endless.
Whilst this
is a literary pantheon that many a Zimbabwean writer can only dream
about belonging to, one hopes that perhaps an urgent pulse is entering
the work of Zimbabwean writers, both established and the upcoming
writers.
Thankfully,
in spite of or because of the difficulties that Zimbabwe is going
through, the turn of the century has seen a quiet adjustment in
the publishing of fiction, giving new voices a better platform to
be heard.
In this regard
there has been amaBooks' Short Writings From Bulawayo, Volumes
I to III, Weaver Press' short story anthologies Writing Still
and Writing Now, of which a natural progression ought to be Writing
Nervous, for it is a nervous pulse that beats beneath the face of
any Zimbabwean, be it a writer or a crack lipped mother in the rural
areas who knows first hand the kind of tricky relationship a child
can have with its empty stomach, or a nurse in diaspora who dreads
the text message from her family asking her to wire more money back
to their family who find themselves increasingly unable to look
after themselves in an economy ravaged by inflation, the unemployed
citizen who braves the aquatic predators of the Limpopo to become
an illegal immigrant in South Africa, or the firebrand intellectual
who dabbled in utilitarianism of a Stalinist variety - advocating
the tearing down of the social fabric and national institutions
in the name of the final revolution, the third chimurenga -
and now finds him/herself sitting at his/her desk; pondering the
question of again cutting whatever is left of our national nose
to show what we are capable of when push comes to shove. All are
in a nervous condition; all are hostages. That includes the president
himself, who held hostage by his own will, is nervous about the
future. Nervous because although he may have seen the moral shallowness
of imperialism, colonialism, global capitalism and mutations of
such, far from raising himself above such moral conventions, he
continues to live in a moral depravity that he makes up for by exercising
brutal power over ordinary citizens. His would be a fascinating
contribution to Writing Nervous.
That Zimbabwean
writers of wildly differing opinions, whether inside or outside
the country, find themselves moved to commit pen to paper in larger
numbers, is a healthy development for Zimbabwean literature. And
it is perhaps fitting and natural that such developments should
be accompanied by the appearance of the above mentioned short story
anthologies that have given new writers platforms to be heard. Gone
are the euphoric and rather innocent days when the unknown short
story writer had to look to the magazines Parade and Moto or the
Sunday Newspaper supplements to cut their teeth.
Those were the
days when Auntie Rhoda, Parade Magazine's famed agony aunt,
had the answers to all the citizens' questions, from the challenges
of living with alcoholic husbands to handling bad tempered mothers
in law who were going through ‘ . . . a mental pause'
(sic). Today the social pulse is a different one, the questions
are bigger and perhaps true of Cameroonian scholar Achille Mbembe's
view of many a post colonial African country: ‘ . . . a reality
that is made up of superstitions, narratives and fictions that claim
to be true in the very act through which they produce the false,
while at the same time giving rise to both terror, hilarity and
astonishment.' No doubt there are still issues that Auntie
Rhoda would still be able to take in her stride, but even she would
probably quiver at the thought of an impending whack on the head
were she to give answers that are sympathetic to one political ‘truth'
at the expense of another. Because of this, it is appropriate that
some of the tricky questions be dealt with in these recent short
story anthology series; the conversation can no longer be with Auntie
Rhoda, but amongst the writers themselves.
Perhaps due
to these and other developments, new writers have come into visibility,
myself included. These include Stanley Mupfudza, Gugu Ndlovu, Andrew
Aresho, Edward Chinhanhu, Chris Mlalazi and Lawrence Hoba among
many.
Some have come
into the public eye through the British Council's Crossing
Borders programme, amongst them, Chaltone Tshabangu, Adrian Ashley
and Blessing Musariri, while from the diaspora poet Togara Muzanenhamo,
Stanley Makuwe and Petina Gappah (who was recently shortlisted for
the 2007 HSBC-SA PEN Literary Award along with Chris Mlalazi) are
emerging. And to add an urbane and gritty realism to this cacophony
of voices is a gang of spoken word practitioners like The Teacher,
Manikongo, Lucius, Comrade Fatso and Mbizo who, through their performances
at The Book Café poetry slams have over the years been creating
another row in the choir, right behind such seasoned performance
poets like Chirikure Chirikure and Ignatius Mabasa.
The names mentioned
here are only a handful picked from many equally good writers. In
the years to come, some will be able to tap into the national psyche
and produce inspired and great works, while many more of us, will
be lost in the fog of our condition. Today, with the aid of digital
chatter, our perceptions of our epoch are set to multiply dizzyingly,
and from this heap of words, facts, fictions, sophistries and startling
lies, one hopes that something will emerge, something that will
at least measure up to the past works of names such as Charles Mungoshi,
Tsitsi Dangarembga, Yvonne Vera, Chenjerai Hove or Shimmer Chinodya.
No doubt, the hurdles ahead are many, and the intellectual demands
on the writer or poet of today are greater. Whereas yesteryear it
was enough to talk of Zimbabweans' suffering in the colonial
era and during the war, today it is the fictions of liberation that
must be put under scrutiny; it is time to ask harder questions,
and perhaps soberly consider, creatively enquire and consider in
our own different ways, such assertions as those of Czech born playwright
Tom Stoppard who in reference to communism in Eastern Europe suggested
that ‘ . . . revolution is a trivial shift in the emphasis
of suffering.' To question continuously, put one's finger
on a nation's pulse and at the same time hold the mirror to
its collective face without flinching, one imagines, is the staff
of works whose worth is not only judged by syntax or the number
of adverbs.
This issue features
work by some of the writers/poet mentioned here, who in their own
ways, are questioning and revealing today's Zimbabwe. In Chris
Mlalazi's story, choices evaporate, Chaltone Tshabangu revisits
the hilarities of the traditional matrimonial arrangement, Nyevero
Muza relives the siege, while in Stanley Makuwe's story, the
undead mothers, fathers and children of the revolution, threaten
insurrection. In his poem, Mass Murdering Silence, Victor Mavedzenge
(a.k.a. Lucius) is carried by tender memories. There is also some
inspired poetry from the Book Café's poetry slams on
the accompanying podcasts.
*Brian Chikwava,
is a Zimbabwean writer who lives in London. In 2004 he was the winner
of the Caine Prize for African Writing and is currently is working
on a novel alongside a short story collection.
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