Doris Lessing

The Grass Is Singing

Marion

In the minds of all three of them the word 'charity' was written in big black letters, obscuring everything else. And they were all wrong. It was an instinctive self-preservation. Charlie was fighting to prevent another recruit to the growing army of poor whites, who seem to respectable white people so much more shocking (though not pathetic, for they are despised and hated for their betrayal of white standards, rather than pitied) than all the millions of black people who are crowded into the slums or on to the dwindling land reserves of their own country.

It was not even pity for Dick that moved him. He was obeying the dictate of the first law of white South Africa, which is:

'Thou shalt not let your fellow whites sink lower than a certain point; because if you do, the nigger will see he is as good as you are.' The strongest emotion of a strongly organized society spoke in his voice, and it took the backbone out of Dick's resistance.

What happened was that the formal pattern of black and white, mistress-and-servant, had been broken by the personal relation; and when a white man in Africa by accident looks into the eyes of a native and sees the human being (which it is his chief preoccupation to avoid), his sense of guilt, which he denies, fumes up in resentment and he brings down the whip. She felt that she must do something, and at once, to restore poise.

And then it was that someone used the phrase 'poor whites.' It caused disquiet. There was no great money-cleavage in those days (that was before the era of the tobacco barons), but there was certainly a race division.

The small community of Afrikaners had their own lives, and the Britishers ignored them. 'Poor whites' were Afrikaners, never British. But the person who said the Turners were poor whites stuck to it defiantly.

What was the difference? What was a poor white? It was the way one lived, a question of standards. All the Turners needed were a drove of children to make them poor whites.

I really enjoyed this one. I have read quite a lot of fiction on apartheid and segregation in southern Africa but not much from settlers perspective which i think is an important one. This was Doris Lessing’s first published novel in 1949 and its based on some of her lived experience having been  raised in  “Rhodesia” now Zimbabwe. I liked the exploration of intra racial antagonism between British vs Afrikaner settlers and between poor and richer whites. While this could be considered an anti colonial novel it could also be argued to be a feminist novel, the main character is a woman who falls into despair and madness after following the chosen path for women in settler society. A critique of this book would be how little character development there is for native people, however i saw this as a way to demonstrate how little settlers cared for natives, it’s only in their dehumanisation that they are referred to in the novel.

Also i just watched a film from Claire Dennis, “Chocolat, 1988” with a similar theme. Claire Dennis just like Doris Lessing was born in a colonial outpost in French colonial Africa and has made various films about this.

I really enjoyed this one. I have read quite a lot of fiction on apartheid and segregation in southern Africa but not much from settlers perspective which i think is an important one. This was Doris Lessing’s first published novel in 1949 and its based on some of her lived experience having been  raised in  “Rhodesia” now Zimbabwe. I liked the exploration of intra racial antagonism between British vs Afrikaner settlers and between poor and richer whites. While this could be considered an anti colonial novel it could also be argued to be a feminist novel, the main character is a woman who falls into despair and madness after following the chosen path for women in settler society. A critique of this book would be how little character development there is for native people, however i saw this as a way to demonstrate how little settlers cared for natives, it’s only in their dehumanisation that they are referred to in the novel.

Also i just watched a film from Claire Dennis, “Chocolat, 1988” with a similar theme. Claire Dennis just like Doris Lessing was born in a colonial outpost in French colonial Africa and has made various films about this.

Jessica Smith

Two stars for being painful to read, not for being poor-quality (which it isn't).

I'd previously read one other book by Doris Lessing, The Good Terrorist, and despite being written 35 years apart they share the same writing style. Both are unrelentingly bleak, with miserable and pathetic characters who nonetheless feel extremely believable in their hopelessness. You get the sense that Lessing might not have been the kind of person you'd want to befriend, with an eagerness to identify people's every personal failing and crucify them at length for it. She has a talent for it, of course, and in the case of The Grass is Singing the end result is a sharp criticism of the racist, nasty society of Southern Rhodesia. It's still not pleasant to read.

The central characters of this book are Mary Turner and her husband, Dick. After a miserable rural childhood, Mary spent her young adult years "in town", making good money in an office and filling her free time with parties, sports, social engagements, and so on. However, as she reached her mid-thirties she realised that her “friends” were all mocking her behind her back for her dress sense and lack of romantic entanglements, and so she cast about for a husband, any husband. She happened upon Dick, a poverty-stricken farmer, and after the most dire courtship of all time they married and she moved to his farm.

There, Mary goes stir-crazy in a ramshackle house that offers little protection from the heat and too far away to enable much social interaction with other white people – just their neighbours, the Slatters, who Mary snubs at every opportunity because she's embarrassed by her poverty. Of course, she's also ashamed of her husband, who she sees as a failure, and vicious towards all their African workers, because she's convinced of their inferiority in relation to her and wants to make sure they know it.

This book reminds me a lot of Coonardoo, which was also written by a white, female socialist from a brutally racist settler-colonial society (in the case of Coonardoo, it takes place on a remote station in outback West Australia). In particular, both books share the same major flaw: despite the fact that they were written as rebukes of racism, the black characters are all so poorly and weakly depicted. They are not given clear motivations and complicated inner lives the way that all the white characters are; they're left as vague ciphers, ready to morph into plot devices whenever the author requires it. I know that these books were written decades ago, and were important works in their time. However, if you were to ask me whether these works are still relevant today, my answer would have to be probably not. There have to be so many better critiques of colonialism and racism, ones that don't fall into racist tropes themselves (and probably ones written by those who actually experience racism, although I do think it's important for the racially privileged to criticise it as well). Like, The Grass is Singing is bookended by a murder which never has its motive explained – apparently we're just supposed to assume Africans do things like that, sometimes, randomly, because they resent their oppression. It's the kind of ridiculous leap of logic that we'd never be expected to make for a white character.

So overall, I dunno. While I can see why Lessing is so heralded as an author, I don't think her work is to my tastes and this book in particular made me uneasy. I also think it's weird that the blurb describes it as set in South Africa when it's not – was the publishing house really that ignorant, or did they assume their customers were? It's true that Ian Smith's illegitimate regime was very similar to South Africa's apartheid government, and critics of one tended to find themselves banned from the other as well (as happened to Lessing herself in 1956). They still weren't actually the same country, though. But regardless… significant as this book may be, it is flawed and not particularly enjoyable, so while you can read it if you want, I wouldn't suggest making it a high priority.

A kabel 

Joshua Line

Gavin

The story of a desperately independent city-bred woman who gives up the comfort of her cosmopolitan life she's accustomed to for the sake of her man and eventual husband. Joining her husband in the African countryside where he is trying to make his way, she is unprepared to deal with the reality of country living. Gradually farm life begins to unnerve her, and after a series of events she loses her self-control and becomes sexually involved with another man.

The Grass is Singing

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Noha Abdelaziz

Lobna

Mutter

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Sabine Delorme

Lili Mens

Julia H

Enrique Tárraga

The Nobel Prize-winner Doris Lessing's first novel is a taut and tragic portrayal of a crumbling marriage, set in South Africa during the years of Arpartheid. Set in Rhodesia, The Grass is Singing tells the story of Dick Turner, a failed white farmer and his wife, Mary, a town girl who hates the bush and viciously abuses the black South Africans who work on their farm. But after many years, trapped by poverty, sapped by the heat of their tiny house, the lonely and frightened Mary turns to Moses, the black cook, for kindness and understanding. A masterpiece of realism, The Grass is Singing is a superb evocation of Africa's majestic beauty, an intense psychological portrait of lives in confusion and, most of all, a fearless exploration of the ideology of white supremacy.

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