scribbling the cat travels with an african soldier

Fuller learns more than she wants to know about the brutal, indefensible war, about what happens when you give a man an attitude and a gun, and about her own willingness to lead K on to get at a story.Ī worried, restless, and haunted piece of work, tattooed and scarred from beginning to end.Įlie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children.

Zimbabwe is deeply unromantic, a place of labor, strain, and toil in which the marginalized must be endlessly resourceful simply to survive life expectancy is 35 years, and randomly dispersed landmines, a handful for each citizen, remain a threat. The Almighty was showing me what it was like to lose a child.” As we tumble through K’s profound misery, we ride through an equally dismal Zimbabwean landscape Fuller is adept at painting each. Yet he’s also capable of reflecting on the crushing death of his young son: “All those people I destroyed, all those lives. Seen through encounters with his comrades-in-arms, K is obviously capable of the acts of terror he committed during the war. “I don’t think we have all the words in a single vocabulary to explain what we are or why we are,” writes Fuller, who knows she will be capturing only one facet of K-and not a pretty one. K’s born-again Christianity temporarily keeps the specters at bay, but they will slowly be released as he and the author return to the scenes of his wartime experiences. She finds him both “terrifying and unattractive”-he radiates a sense of violence and unpredictability-but also fascinating for the ghosts he harbors. Visiting her parents in Zambia, Fuller meets K, a white African banana farmer and a veteran of the Rhodesian War.

The author of Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight (2002) takes a demon-haunted tour of Zimbabwe and Mozambique in the company of an ex-soldier who fought with the Rhodesian Light Infantry.

Scribbling the cat travels with an african soldier