This novel of the experiences of two generations of colonial life in Africa is sometimes visceral and discomforting reading, but it is also lyrical and beautiful in its depiction of the fatal hold Africa can take on the minds and hearts of those who struggle to live there. After a failed love affair in England, Helen is sent to live with her Aunt B and Uncle Stanley, who run a farm in Uganda. She arrives as a young woman and stays as a wife with the dashing John Cameron who saves her when their car is attacked on the eve of Independence.
The different time-lines are told from the point of view of Helen, and many years later her daughter Ellie, as Ellie tries to discover the truth about her father - a drinker and adulterer, is he also a murderer? As always with two time-lines, if the stories are at all compelling, one feels the pull of one against the other, and I wondered while reading what is wrong with just telling a story in its chronological order? Perhaps, sometimes, the double-time structure is necessary, but surely not always!
Having got that moan off my chest, I have to say that this book is a wonderful read. The characters are brilliantly realised and the story is truly evocative and enthralling. It is one of the best, most effective depictions of the colonial experience I have ever read. This book was shortlisted for the Orange Prize a few years ago, and although it didn't win, it must have been among the best reads of the year.