Brazzaville Beach is a tremendous novel.
Right from the beginning it has the feel of something rather
unusual and for me there was a definite double-take moment when I realised I’d
found my place.
It’s centred around 2 main aspects of Hope Clearwater’s
life, her time with her husband in the UK and her time without in Africa.
The drive of the plot centres around Hope’s work observing
chimpanzees in the world’s leading scientific project on the subject of the
animals. She’s cottoned on to the fact
that strange things are happening within her community of chimps that have
taken themselves away from the main group.
The chimps from the north are sending patrols into the southern
territories and this is the cause for a lot of interest. Unfortunately for her, the more she finds out,
the more she realises that her discoveries are contrary to the theories of her
eminent bosses and it seems that they’ll go to any length to suppress her
findings.
Weaving in and out of this African scene is her background
and her relationship with her very driven husband who is a gifted
mathematician. He’s obsessed by seeing
things in different ways and interprets things with numbers and visual
patterns. It’s a background that helps
to explain Hope’s current situation and thinking, while providing a hugely
interesting story in itself.
There’s plenty of what I’ve come to expect from William Boyd
in here:
It’s quite addictive, which is quite often the case for me
when reading his books.
There’s the wonderful detail in the characters and settings
and he’s a bit like Hope’s husband in the way he can present what is
commonplace in new ways that make it a pleasure to get to know people and
place.
There are the asides that show a tremendous knowledge in a
vast range of areas (or at least they seem to) that are interesting in
themselves, but are also very relevant and helpful as part of a gentle
analysis.
There’s the African setting, clearly understood and alive
with the exotic.
I loved it. I feel
like I’ve had a good workout and a huge amount of entertainment.
The sad thing is, I was reading a signed, hard-back, 1990
first edition and it’s borrowed from a friend.
I’d so like to keep it on my shelves and have considered a few ways of
explaining its loss (the cat ate it and the like), but it never worked on my
teachers and I don’t suppose my conscience could take it these days.
A super story that you should check out.
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