There are many characters in this book, not just the eccentric eponymous Jive Talker, Kambalu's father. Some of these characters remain for a chapter or two, others only last for a paragraph - but even in that short a time, I felt drawn to the characters, I cared about them, and the poignancy of many of their tales really stood out for me - Zapa, Bolo, Bono.
The Jive Talker is an ingenious book: funny, heartwarming, heartbreaking, amusing, puzzling, shocking. Kambalu is a conceptual artist, and many passages in the book, in particular his dreams and chloroquine trips, seem to illustrate the inspiration for his works. However, each paragraph seems to sketch its own picture of living as a teenager in Malawi, coming to life clearly with just a few words. Although the book is a coherent whole, it is also episodic, and I have enjoyed dipping into the book and rereading some of my favourite stories ... the trip to the dentist, the tourist on the beach, Zapa and the doughnuts, Arthur's Nuclear Bunker, life at Kamuzu Academy ...
Finally, I have searched for books written by Africans growing up in post-colonial Africa, and although there seem to be an ever increasing number of memoirs by white people, books by black Africans seem mostly to be set during conflicts. Although there were still issues regarding the dictatorship of Hastings Kamuzu Banda during the early years covered by this book, this is a positive story of growing up in an urban family of civil servants, not wealthy but not always poor, enjoying life and facing daily challenges. It appears to provide a unique perspective in the literary world, and thus is even more to be recommended. I certainly hope it will encourage other young Africans to share their stories.