Throughout her career, the South African novelist Nadine Gordimer has wanted to explore the terrain where personal interests, desires and ambitions light upon (and, not rarely, contend with) the demands and trials of a politically active life. She has had a keen eye for the exceedingly precarious moral billet of her own kind - the privileged white intelligentsia that abhors apartheid, detests the evolution of 25 million unfranchised, economically vulnerable citizens at the detain handst of five million people who, so far, have had a powerful modern army at their disposal, not to course credit the wealth of a vigorous, advanced capitalist society.
To oppose the assumptions and unremarkable reality of a particular world, yet be among the men and women who enjoy its benefits - those accorded to the substantial upper bourgeoisie of, say, Johannesburg and Cape townsfolk - is at the very least to know and live uneasily, maybe at times shamefacedly, with irony as a cardinal aspect of ones introspective world. At what point is ones thoroughly comfortable, highly rewarded life as it is lived from year to year the issue - no matter the hoped-for extenuation that goes with a progressive suffrage record, an espousal of liberal pieties?
Put differently, when ought one to break decisively with a social and political order, put on the line of reasoning ones way of living (ones job, the welfare of ones family)?
In past novels, notably Burgers Daughter, Ms. Gordimer has asked such questions relentlessly of her own kind and, by extension, of all those readers who per centum her color and status in other countries less dramatically split and conflicted. Now, in My Sons Story, a bold, unnerving tour de force, she offers a story centered around the other side of some(prenominal) the racial line and the railroad tracks - yet the dilemmas that...
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