A review by muga
The Tuner of Silences, by Mia Couto
3.0
We never really get to live during most of our life. We waste ourselves in a boundless lethargy that we delude and console ourselves by calling existen...
Eh I don't know about this one the writing was fine but the non-linear storytelling was too much for me also the way the white woman was described African women rubbed me the wrong way
There are no longer any savages, only natives. But natives can be beautiful. Above all, native women can be beautiful. And it is from that beauty that their bygone savagery emerges. It is a savage beauty. White men, in the past oppressors who were fearful of being devoured, nowadays want to be eaten, swallowed up by black beauty....
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Eh I don't know about this one the writing was fine but the non-linear storytelling was too much for me also the way the white woman was described African women rubbed me the wrong way
There are no longer any savages, only natives. But natives can be beautiful. Above all, native women can be beautiful. And it is from that beauty that their bygone savagery emerges. It is a savage beauty. White men, in the past oppressors who were fearful of being devoured, nowadays want to be eaten, swallowed up by black beauty....
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