A fascinating, if rather grim, introduction to a part of the world and a culture with which I was utterly unfamiliar. Colonialism is evil--and yet
Fadhma A.M. Amrouche
would likely not have survived the "shame" of her illegitimate birth without her mother's clever decision to appeal to the French colonial authorities when threatened by her late husband's family. Nor would she have received the education that enabled her, eventually, to commit her story to writing, without her mother's decision t
A fascinating, if rather grim, introduction to a part of the world and a culture with which I was utterly unfamiliar. Colonialism is evil--and yet
Fadhma A.M. Amrouche
would likely not have survived the "shame" of her illegitimate birth without her mother's clever decision to appeal to the French colonial authorities when threatened by her late husband's family. Nor would she have received the education that enabled her, eventually, to commit her story to writing, without her mother's decision to send her to an orphanage run by the French.
So there is Fadhma's story--of her education, marriage, endless succession of childbirths, struggle against illness, poverty, and prejudice from all sides. There are the descriptions of the (mostly) small-minded spitefulness of village life--no wonder people all over the world gravitate to cities! And the endless work of women: "washing, carding, combing, spinning and weaving the wool, working the fields, picking her figs, her grapes, her olives, doing the housework, cooking, sieving and grinding corn, barley and acorns, carrying water and wood." (p. 37) The girls of the house glean the fields after the harvest, just as in Biblical times. (p. 126)
The author, despite all that she suffers, remains deeply, one is tempted to say sentimentally, attached to the Berber culture she has left behind: "the Kabyle language is so pretty; so poetic, so harmonious.... Our men are so courageous in bearing misfortune, so obedient to the will of God...." (p. 232) At the same time, her memoir is an account of all that she has lost. In the end, she understands that "everything passes, everything vanishes, and the great stream of eternity carries everything away!" (p. 232) So it is.
I read the excellent English translation by
Caroline Stone
, which contains a very necessary introduction to the history of the Kabylie region of Algeria, numerous explanatory notes, and a useful-looking bibliography. I'd like to read the novel
Rue des tambourins: Roman
, by Fadhma's daughter, to see what the next generation made of their journey.
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The book itself is monotonous, showing very little emotion apart from annoyance with people's stupidity. You can tell that Fadhma had very little love as a kid, and that she was in many ways unable to express hers fully. But the book is a good introduction to what it was like to be a Berber, illigitimate, educated and poor - endless pregnancies, endless deaths, endless family bickerings - but also a strength and a will to survive and become better.