by Isak Denisen, 1937 (Out of Africa), and 1960 (Shadows on the Grass), Kindle Edition, Vintage International
The primary reason I read this book was to prepare myself and “get in the mood” for our upcoming trip to Africa. I thought it would give me some insight into the area as I don’t know much about it.
Although it is very dated, it did give me some feelings about Africa (Denisen, herself, later thought of Out of Africa as “much out of date as a papyrus from a pyramid” in her later book Shadows on the Grass). The descriptions of the native Africans and the countryside are very well done.
As I had seen the movie long ago, however, I expected the book to be more personally revealing. It turned out to be a series of reveries and musings on various occurrences and individuals. There was no coherent structure or timeline. I was interested in how she came to be in Africa and own a coffee plantation. Also, the movie had a bit of romance in it as she and her friend, Denys, traveled around the countryside in his Moth airplane. The book, however, revealed very little about herself. I wanted to know how she came to Africa, how she acquired the coffee plantation, what happened to her husband, etc. There was none of this in the book except a short page and a half about the author at the end. So, I had to go to Wikipedia to find out more about Isak Denisen. It turns out she really had an interesting life,but didn’t reveal much about it in these books.
I wasn’t really interested in a lot of the situations and individuals she describes in these books, but I did find the views she expressed regarding the natives, many of whom were her servants. She really did love these individuals as human beings but never gave up her beliefs that that the white race was superior in their achievements. She did, however, respect and honor the native culture at the same time.
In each of the books, a World War was in the background. I had no idea that Africa was affected so much by the first world war. She spent WWII in Denmark out of the limelight. She expressed her dislike of the Germans, especially the Nazis, but this was never the heart of her writings.
I didn’t really enjoy the books very much as they were just a collection of her various memories, very disorganized and not very revealing of herself. I can see, however, that they might appeal much more to other individuals who like that sort of thing.