January 11, 2022

My Top Ten Reads of 2021


I finally managed to order my thoughts together about the books I enjoyed most last year. It was suprisingly easy to choose the ten. I think what helped is my deciding, a few years ago, to no longer be influenced by too much external factors in my preference, like whether my list is political correct, or align with public media and the other unholy pressures. This list is purely subjective, books that have appealed most to me in my current reading state and level.  

As usual I name them in descending order:

10. Sorrow and Bliss by Meg Mason took me by surprise. I didn't expect I would love it so much but I did. I really like book of romance that have substance because, despite my pretences, I am a romantic at heart.

If you don't like books of failing romance/marriage that are told in arcebic tone, like Elena Ferrante's The Days of Abandonment you probably will not enjoy this book. It also holds no holy cows, even big issues, like mental illness, are treated in a non mawkish way of poking fun at herself as she watches the floods of life melt her clay feet. I love most its beatifully narrative voice that never falters or go overboard.

09. Sankofa was recommended to me by a friend who lives in London. It reminded him of my book The Wanderers. Sankofa has a middle aged female protagonist who is mixed and an architect. She discovers the journals of her African father after her mother dies and decides to find out more about him.

I liked the UK bits of the novel and not so much the African parts when she went to a fictional West African country to look for him; only to find him alive and former president of the country. I found this section too contrived and stereotising; it nearly threw me off.


08. Letters To a Young Poet was a reread of an old master whose ouvre I've decided to finally finish this year. The book is self explanatory about a young aspirant soldier-poet (Franz Xaver Kappus) who discovers that he is staying on the same baracks Rainer Maria Rilke stayed on at his age also.

While reading a newly published book of poetry by Rilke the young man writes him for an advice on how to become a poet. The results is a life long friendship between the two gentlemen and these letters of wisdom that brim with the entirety of life that were written from basically all over the world by Rilke. Though written in the second part of the 19th century the depth of sentiment and sense of wise detachment is still not been surpassed by the modern guru motivational books. The book helped me get off a serious reading slump late last year. I like most that the young poet, beside giving a very short introduction of the book took his own advice: When a truly great and unique spirit speaks, the lesser ones must be silent.

07. I am enjoying the deliberate promotion of Cape Culture by publishers like Kwela. Ougat by Shana Fife is not called the Pulp Fiction of the Cape Town for nothing. Its a visceral introduction into the culture of that city's Northern suburbs with all its accompanying underbelly violence. It has a distinctive, unique and frank voice that is familiar to those who knows Cape Town. More dear to me is its ability to reveal the personal beyond the sensational. This gives more scope and appeal. Is character strength is in the ability to deal with toxic situations without losing her mind.

06. Harsh Times by Mario Vargas Llosa is a political novel about the fate of nation (Guatemala); its clash with soft imperial corruption of the USA through the CIA. It is skillful in depicting ideologies without being didactic. Within it is suffused the clash of individual lives with history, the resonance of romance and ordinary drama of living in one of the most historic countries of Latin America. As someone who does not know much about the history of Guatemala I like that Vargas Llosa apparently stays true to the historical facts even as he vividly creates the inner lives of historical and invented characters, allowing the novel to speculate on detail and motive. It is the best historical novel I read last year.

05. Open Water by Caleb Azumah Nelson is a black take on the Sally Rooney's Normal People, showcasing how it is impossible when you're black to just exist in that sort of navel gazing disconnect. Whatever you do or don't do the system will find fault with your existence and make you feel unwelcome in a 'white' country.

The book is about two young black heterosexual people, from relatively middle black class families of African and Jamaican origins, living in the heart of London trying to paddle their way through the micro aggressions of modern cosmopolitan city life against black people. Amidst all that they must figure out if they want to be a couple after sleeping together and enjoying each other's company as friends with benefits or something. There are other usual mindless dithering the millennials seem to carry into their relationships these days here also we're kind of used to their being psychologically probed on Rooney's books  including the recent Beatiful World Where Are You. The nascent genre of these books need the energy of the young to fully engaged with it. What I like most about Open Water is that you also get some sociological depth, and shown what's happening around beyond just the character's navel gazing.

04. Joan Didion died while I was busy with this book of seminal essays from decades of her past writings. Iconic, pathfinding and suprisingly down to earth though immensly connected to the who and whos of Carlifonia of her era. I shall make a stand alone review of this book when I finish it.

03. Honorėe Fanonne Jeffers is a poetess after my own heart. By that I mean she's a keeper of language, culture, customs, history and all that develops the consciouness of her people from memory. The Love Songs of W.E.Debois, of depending on the kind ess of strangers, is a novel of protean quality that sweeps back and forth across decades to give an honest and kaleidoscopic view of what it means for 'a family' to have lived in American from the early years to the present.  The narrative shifts nimbly to reflect the tenor of all the eras — from the shared legends of tribal people, their fabulous myths and traditions to the candid realism of the modern era. Rarely have I encountered the integration of the native Indian and black American pain that is at the foundations of the USA nation in such melancholic depiction as in this book. If you need to learn in poetic, clear and deeply affecting way about the history of black people in the USA this is the book to read, never mind that it is over eight hundred pages, your enlightened consciousness will thank you in the end.

02. I am still gonna make a long review of Land Matters: South Africa’s Failed Land Reforms and the Road Ahead by Tembeka Ngcukaitobi because it touches on almost everything that is wrong with our country.  It also gives measured suggestions for the country to get itself out of the quagmire it found itself on, especially for effective corrective policy making. It would seem though that none within the government echelons is listening. But the encouraging thing, if the recent Paliamentary Land Bill discussions are anything to go about, is that the influence this book was prevalent among opposition parties though most picked and chose what they could stomach in a supermarket shopping style.

At the heart of the book's thesis, of course, is land dispossession for the majority of  the people that began with colonialism and continues unabated todate. The book deftly compounds this land loss into generational wealth dispossession and the reason why our nation is where it is now with things like the highest wealth disparities in the world and all. The briefest summary of the book would be to say it combines an excellent exposition of land law, historical research and social science investigations. It is an outstanding book that offers a well researched account of South Africa’s land economy to demonstrate how colonial legacy and apartheid laws still persistently shape not only the legacy of poverty in South Africa but the current laws that perpetuate though we are supposed to be close to a three decades into our freedom.  This is probably one of the most important non fiction books to come out of South Africa in the recent decades.

01. The Yield is a complex novel about native Australian culture that is told in a very subtle but powerful way  which puts language is at the centre of memory and lost histories. I first heard of it from Shawn the Book Maniac BookTube channel https://youtu.be/TE9QIA_Q9R0 I immediately fell in love with the story, particularly because of a similar aspirations I have about my Xhosa heritage also.

The below summary of the book is mixed with its cover synopsis and the blurbs I liked:

Albert “Poppy” Gondiwindi is the member of the indigenous Wiradjuri tribe who needs to fulfil a task of preserving its language before he dies. He has spent his adult life in Prosperous House and the town of Massacre Plains, a small enclave on the banks of the Murrumby River. Before he takes his last breath he is determined to pass on the language of his people, the traditions of his ancestors, and everything that was ever remembered by those who came before him. The land, which he is familiar to him as his fingerprints, aids him in a clandestine way by giving him some of these words through the wind--reverberations of Homer's winged words.


After his passing, Poppy’s granddaughter, August, returns home from Europe, where she has lived for the past ten years, to attend his burial. She searches for her grandfather's dictionary as the key to halting a mining company from destroying her family's home and ancestral land. The results is this exquisitely written, heartbreaking, yet hopeful novel of culture, language, tradition, suffering, and empowerment that's told in three masterfully woven narratives. This is a story of a people and a culture dispossessed; a joyful reminder of what once was and what endures—a powerful reclaiming of indigenous language, fables, storytelling, and identity, that offers hope for the future.


August's overwhelming grief is compounded by the pain, anger, and sadness of memory—of growing up in poverty before her mother’s incarceration, of the racism she and her people endured, of the mysterious disappearance of her sister when they were children; an event that has haunted her and changed her life. Her homecoming is bittersweet as she confronts the love of her kin and news that Prosperous is to be repossessed by a mining company. Determined to make amends and honor Poppy and her family, she vows to save their land—a quest guided by the voice of her grandfather that leads into the past, the stories of her people, the secrets of the river. The Yield is a celebration of language and an exploration of what makes a place home.

The book caught me also at the right time after the publication of my own, The Wanderers where I had attempted a similar thing. Also at a time when the rural communities of Xolobeni, Pondoland in the Wild Coast of the Eastern Cape are fighting fires to maintain the sustainability of their natural enviroment from different capitalist greed. First was an Australian minning company trying to establish an iron ore on their pristine land, which they've fought succesfully within the courts of law. Then recently they were besieged by Shell Oil company trying to do oceanic seasmic test for oil exploration. They also won the case when it was taken to the court of law. What is becoming clear is that the South African executive government is no longer a trustworthy steward of the country's natural resources, choosing to side with the greed of ravenous capitalist wolves in the name of economic development each time the fat is thrown on the fire. Thank God for the strong hand of the third arm of our governance, the judiciary, which has become the last beckon of hope against our corruptible state.