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4.0 out of 5 stars
The author's home ground: exile, and post-independence betrayal and decay, 25 Mar 2008
Despite his well-documented irascibility and his unique ability to give offence to every community about whom he writes, V S Naipaul remains the finest living exponent of impeccable, clear, deceptively simple English prose. In Guerillas his characteristic disdain for black and white alike (and, despite what his critics say, Indian too, but not here) is again evident, but as ever is fully qualified (and almost justified) by their self-seeking actions and behaviour. Nobody describes better the post-independence decay of ex-colonies better than Naipaul: `The sea, when they came to it, gave no feeling of air and lightness: the fine red powder of bauxite, sheds of corroded corrugated iron, the reek of the burning rubbish dump: everything here, hillside, forest, sea, mangrove, turned to slum'. However, it is not just physical decay but ideological and moral.
A petty anti-apartheid activist arrives on an unstable and unruly Caribbean island (despite the decoys Trinidad in all but name) where injustice and poverty abound and revolution simmers, though nobody has a coherent post-revolution strategy. Lacking understanding of the country and unsure of what role he will play there, he brings his lover who becomes transfixed by wannabe revolutionary Jimmy Ahmed, a half-black son of a Chinese grocer, who dreams of an agrarian revolution. Their presence stirs up a hornet's nest in a community already racked by suspicion, resentment and paranoia and ultimately ends in tragedy. But it is not really a story about personalities (never Naipaul's strong point); it is about a country still controlled by colonial and foreign interests but too divided, too corrupt and unstructured to bring about change and build a successful new post-independence country.
A fine book, if somewhat dated now, but not the author at his best.
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