Tell me about your first choice, My Traitor’s Heart by Rian Malan.
Rian Malan wrote this in the late 80s. He left South Africa, as he refused to be conscripted into the armed forces of the apartheid regime, and he went to live in the United States. He left as a crime reporter for The Star, which is a Johannesburg daily, and when he was in the US he became a narrative journalist and ended up a contributing editor for Rolling Stone magazine. While he was in America he decided he was going to go back to South Africa and write the story of the Malans.
They are a very old Afrikaner family stretching right back to around 1687, I think, which was 35 years after Jan van Riebeeck landed at the Cape. There was a Malan at every great historical event in the ensuing 320 years. Rian was commissioned by Random House to go and write the story of the history of his clan, but he realised 100 pages in that the story was actually a memoir and it was about his struggle. Because, when he looked at the Malan family all the way up to his Great Uncle Daniel François Malan, who was the first apartheid era prime minister, I suppose he understood that the real story was about his own identity as a white South African.
His father was Afrikaner and his mother is English-speaking, so he straddles two worlds in the memoir. He decided to tell the story of South Africa by describing how South Africans go about killing each other, and so he visited scenes of bloodshed and murder across the country.
You are interested in the whole issue of white identity, which is very much part of your book – so how did Malan’s book help you?
My Traitor’s Heart is perhaps the most important memoir that has ever been published by a white South African. When I read it for the first time in 2005, before my cousin was murdered, it had a profound effect on me. Here was a man whose identity is very close to mine, who stared into the irreconcilable inner turmoils that are implicit in being a white South African. I subsequently became friendly with Rian and he became a mentor.
Your next book is Disgrace by J M Coetzee.
This book was written in the late 90s and although it is very difficult – especially with writers like J M Coetzee – to link the work to the man, my personal reading of the book is that it is a work of profound disappointment and sadness. It is all about a 50-something professor, David Lurie, who teaches at a Cape Town university. He has an affair with a young student – Melanie. He gets hauled before a disciplinary panel and refuses to defend himself.
He doesn’t see why he should submit to a jury of his peers, who are as compromised, if not more compromised, than he is. He views the whole thing as a farce, and he goes off to live with his daughter Lucy on a farm in the Eastern Cape – which is a beautiful part of the country, and Coetzee’s descriptions of it are second-to-none. What happens here is a rape.
Lucy gets raped by a group of black men who break into the farmhouse. And David gets beaten and tied up in the bathroom and, ultimately, this is symbolic of his powerlessness over these sorts of events and eventually over history. What Coetzee is basically saying is that South Africa is the bastard child of an interracial rape. And it is a very powerful metaphor for what the country is.
Now the reaction to the book in South Africa was vicious. Coetzee was censured in parliament. Thabo Mbeki spoke out against the book in a public forum. One of Mbeki’s major issues when he was president, and I think it still remains, is this image of a black man as promiscuous and unhinged, and Disgrace did portray that. But I think what the ANC didn’t get was how the book was also portraying white culpability in that entire metaphor. It is an act of revenge for a rape that is perpetrated over 350 years.
Coetzee no longer lives in South Africa. Although he will never confirm or deny this, it is my reading that the reaction to Disgrace from the ANC had quite a bit to do with him leaving South Africa for Adelaide.
Your next book, Antjie Krog’s Country of My Skull, is all about South Africa’s Truth and Reconciliation Commission.
This is an astounding work of nonfiction. Antjie is one of South Africa’s most important Afrikaans poets. This was her first full book-length work of English prose. She worked as a journalist for the South African Broadcasting Corporation at the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, and she went around the country listening to testimony of victims of apartheid and families of people who had been killed by the apartheid security police. And this book is critical for an understanding of South Africa.
She takes you into the raw emotion that exists in South African to this day. And in terms of the emotional aspect, in terms of the feelings, the blood, the open wounds, the heartache and hope and hopelessness she expresses, she does it better than anyone else. She does pepper the book with her own reasons for staying committed to South Africa.
Do you agree with her that there was a lack of hope during that process?
I think the Truth and Reconciliation Commission was painted in this book as a failure. I think that it was a very noble effort and the world is still learning from what happened there. I see it as a failure, though, in the sense that white South Africa didn’t embrace it at all. And they still haven’t embraced it. At the time the Afrikaans newspapers were all saying, ‘Don’t blame us, we refuse to be guilty’.
There was a sort of acknowledgement in the English press, but what they were really doing was pointing at the Afrikaners, which English liberal South Africa has been doing for ever. So there is still this in-fighting among the white community today, rather than a collective acknowledgement about what they are responsible for.
Award-winning South African writer Kevin Bloom is the author of Ways of Staying, a journey into the heart of a country that remains riven and undefined. From the murder of the author’s cousin in 2006, to the hills of Zululand after the death of historian David Rattray, from the fateful ruling party showdown at Polokwane in 2007, to the xenophobic attacks of winter 2008, it is a book that goes behind the headlines and into the marrow of a strange and troubled land. Do South Africa’s whites ‘deserve’ to feel at home in their own country? How does a white person assume a South African identity that acknowledges the past and takes responsibility for the compromised present? Is there a way that the white ‘I’ and black ‘other’ can talk outside, or around, the past?