The writer passed away in 1987. He had lived a fast and hectic live. He grew up in what was Rhodesia. This collection of short stories is a reflection of his life in the slums (far away from Salisbury) and his life in England, where he went into exile and studies.
It is a collection of stories, some of them are quite long, others are properly called ‘short stories’. In the stories we encounter a life of violence, of raw sexuality, of hope against all odds and the sorry state of those who finished their studies. There is a longing for succes, but failure creeps into the skin of success. The longing of the I for writing, nearly an obsession, that is executed with a high speed and a life in seclusion. He writes and relives his dreams and nightmares, with the hope of understanding himself. And he is on the look-out for himself, but at many occasions he does not dare to take firm steps and lets himself drift along, both in the slums and in his exiled life in Oxford, United Kingdom.
Once I started reading I was dragged along in this maelstrom of events and thoughts and dreams.
Dambudzo Marechera – The house of hunger – 1978