BLACKGAMMON by Heather Neff |
“Understand this,
Michael : There’s no such thing as a sanctuary. “
Believe me
when I say that the pessimistic opening line of this intriguing novel belies
the apparent optimism of the writer’s vision.
At least this is what I concluded
after reading this story which chronicles friendship of two women from two
different generations whose destinies were to work, live and try to love in
Europe.
Michael…that’s
right her name is Michael…lives in
the academic environment of England, as professor of…predictably…African American literature with her
husband a brilliant English scholar of ….you guessed it…African literature.
Cloe
Emmnauel is a….. painter. Well, at least she not a Naomi Campbell
clone or an aspiring chocolate
Hemmingway squandering her days away playing with the green fairy in the
squalor of bohemian Paris. I’ll get to
those books later.
Nevertheless,
the two women met by chance in an American museum. The older woman, planning to flee to Paris
after a disastrous romance with an
Black-Canadian immigrant (yes, you read that correctly) and the other a quasi-orphan
with dreams of living abroad, meet, become fast friends and vowed to keep in touch.
They kept
their vow throughout the novel through letters and occasional visits involving
heart wrenching revelations..
Cloë the painter
struggles with domestic violence issues from her past while trying to negotiate
some equilibrium between her increasingly successful and demanding career and
her challengingly peculiar love life.
The cultural and ethnic dynamics of her personal relationships with the
men in her life will definitely baffle
any female reader who has lived abroad for any length of time, yet despite the
implausibility of her mates you will probably gladly follow the story to its
conclusion because of the vivid images of the cosmopolitan lifestyle of these
two friends.
Black
American women living abroad will obviously react to the relationship configurations of these
two women with a certain degree of scepticism.
More than a touch of mendacity and hints of multi-cultural treason
prevail in this tragic-comic novel of the search for identity, love and,
professional success.
The problem
I find with novels written about American women abroad is that there is a
stereotypical quality to the life choices of these women. It places limits on the perceptions of the black
American experience abroad, which limits the kind of novels we can expect to be disseminated through the mainstream
publishing industry.
Despite
what probably feels like a negative review of Blackgammon, I actually
thoroughly enjoyed it on many levels.
Next I will
review, Andrea Lee’s LOST HEARTS IN ITALY
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