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B+ : nicely-done dark modern fable See our review for fuller assessment.
From the Reviews: - Return to top of the page - The complete review's Review: Memoirs of a Porcupine is ultimately presented as a work by the eponymous hero of Broken Glass, in an Appendix in which bar-owner -- and Broken Glass' literary executor -- Stubborn Snail describes some of the background of the manuscript. As he notes, Broken Glass himself figures neither as narrator nor as character in the book, and so Memoirs of a Porcupine is not a sequel but rather a sort of companion piece to Broken Glass. Stubborn Snail explains about author Broken Glass: As he sees it, the world is just an approximate version of a fable which we will never understand as long as we continue to take account only of the material representation of things.As the title suggests, this allegorical tale is indeed narrated by a porcupine. He is an animal-double, in a world where most humans have animal doubles -- ones born on the same day as them, but which they never see and which only interfere in the humans' lives in rare circumstances. But he isn't the usual kind of animal-double: no, I'm one of the harmful doubles, we're the liveliest, scariest kind of double, the least common, tooThe porcupine has managed to outlive his human, too -- itself unusual -- beginning his memoir at age forty-two, two days after the death of Kibandi, with whom he was joined when the boy was ten, and now reflecting on their life together. To be joined with the human, the porcupine loses his direct connection to the animal world, too, the separation from his family complete. Along with Kibandi he is slowly pulled into the abyss by Papa Kibandi. The family legacy is one of 'eating people' -- so the euphemism for murder -- and Papa Kibandi proves to have a voracious appetite before he is finally dealt with. Eventually, young Kibandi, and his porcupine-helper, follow in his footsteps -- with the porcupine often called upon to do the dirty work with one of his sharp quills. Superstition is still widespread in this rural community, and so, for example, after a suspicious death they hold a trial -- "where the corpse picks out the criminal". Kibandi has learnt some of the tricks of both the murderous trade as well as avoiding detection by these supernatural means and isn't fingered in this way (so instead a: "poor innocent was buried alive with the deceased"). Among those Kibandi dispatches is a rare local who has been sent by his family to get an education, and who brings books back with him and disparages how backwards his home has remained. Books are suspect -- so too novels, as the porcupine complains about some novelists who would sell their own mothers or fathers to sell my porcupine destiny, draw inspiration from it, write a story in which I'd have an rather less than glorious, make me look like low life, let me tell you this, human beings find life so boring, they need novels so they can invent other lives for themselvesThe world in which Kibandi lives is one of a different sort of escapism, still strongly rooted in superstition and traditions that also allow him get away with his monstrous behavior for so long; only carelessness -- "he had ignored certain basic prohibitions usually observed by those in possession of a harmful double" -- finally sees him falter (as his father had before him) before his hundredth kill. The porcupine describes his -- and his human double's -- actions, without trying very hard to justify them. There is a sense of fate and inevitability to the course of events -- even the end -- but there's also a sly understanding to the porcupine's narrative. Not so much a learning curve as a consistent quiet undermining of what he is involved with. Memoirs of a Porcupine is a dark, different sort of African tale. Less clear -- or at least less blatant -- in its moral than a conventional fable, it is nevertheless a humanistic work -- but one suffused with brutal darkness. Uneasily comic, too, it is not meant to be a comfortable read, but proves nevertheless to be quite effective. - M.A.Orthofer, 21 December 2012 - Return to top of the page - Memoirs of a Porcupine:
- Return to top of the page - Alain Mabanckou is from Congo-Brazzaville. He was born in 1966 and currently teaches in the US. - Return to top of the page -
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