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I knew about as much
about Sudan prior to reading this book as I know about Euclidian geometry.
Sure, I had a vague recollection of both lingering somewhere in my
head, but to recall the facts and figures would have been completely
impossible. Of course I had heard little snippets about Darfur, and
read about genocide and starvation, and remembered the Ethiopian jokes
from the 80s, but I certainly couldn't point to Kenya on a map, and
had no knowledge of the history or proliferation of Islam in Africa
at all. So this book is as much of a history and social studies learning
experience for me as it was a novel about a man's life. There are
times where Eggers clearly knows that he will have to explain certain
situations in Sudan, the history behind them, and who the players
were in the government, the rebellion and the surrounding world. To
someone coming in with an intimate knowledge of the facts of the area,
I would imagine some of this stuff would seem kind of condescending
or sophomoric. It's the movie equivalent of the detective finally
figuring out who dunnit, and then showing the audience, through a
series of quick clips from the past two hours, exactly where the pieces
fit into place. It's kind of silly, but as I had no knowledge of the
events leading up to our protagonist's dilemma, this kind of contrived
filling-in of the events really did help me to understand what the
hell was going on. Eggers tells the story in the voice of his subject,
Valentino Achak Deng. Deng spends the book in the present telling
his story in flashbacks to random people who cross his path over the
course of a day in Atlanta. He doesn't actually tell his story to
them, but conveys the story as if he's telling them, educating them
in his head. It's a curious way to tell a story, but it's Eggers,
so we couldn't expect a completely straightforward approach. His tales
of leaving the war torn Sudan first for Ethiopia, then Kenya, and
finally the U.S. is filled with violence, brutality and death (as
one would expect), but is told in a matter of fact manner that is
surprisingly sober for an Eggers book. I kind of expected the fish
out of water thing, with Deng mixing up his English and lacking self-awareness
in an attempt to soften the tale somewhat, but Deng is portrayed as
a very intelligent and thoughtful narrator who at points questions
God's existence and calls everything he believes into question. How
else to explain the devastation he has witnessed? Again, the book
wasn't at all what I expected (and was much longer than I originally
thought as well), but even though I thought that I was tired of it
after 120 pages and then 310 pages and again after 460, I found myself
deeply caring for what happened next in this man's life, and truly
horrified at the situation that he and the other Dinkas of Sudan were
thrust into not only by the Muslim leaders of their country, but by
their own rebel army as well. So don't pick this thing up thinking
that these "Lost Boys" are a couple vampires hanging out on the Santa
Cruz boardwalk, because unlike those bloodsuckers, these killers are
real. I do still harbor some confusion, though, over the authenticity
of Deng's story (and of the man himself), as Eggers has a talent for
really skewing fiction and non-fiction, and because this thing is
called a novel and not a memoir or a biography, I'm a little dubious
to some of the claims. I'm too lazy to look the stuff up on Wikipedia,
though, so I'll just go with Valentino's version and hope upon hope
Eggers isn't just fucking with us.
Other titles by Dave Eggers:
You
Shall Know Our Velocity
McSweeney's
Quarterly Concern Volume 14 (edited by)
McSweeney's
Quarterly Concern Volume 15 (edited by)
McSweeney's
Quarterly Concern Volume 16 (edited by)
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