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Fiction. Literature. Historical Fiction. HTML: "There is passion here, a piercing accuracy, a rare sensitivity and power. . . . One can only marvel." â?? New York Times Set in Southern Rhodesia under white rule, Doris Lessing's first novel is at once a riveting chronicle of human disintegration, a beautifully understated social critique, and a brilliant depiction of the quiet horror of one woman's struggle against a ruthless fate. Mary Turner is a self-confident, independent young woman who becomes the depressed, frustrated wife of an ineffectual, unsuccessful farmer. Little by little the ennui of years on the farm works its slow poison. Mary's despair progresses until the fateful arrival of Moses, an enigmatic black servant. Locked in anguish, Mary and Mosesâ??master and slaveâ??are trapped in a web of mounting attraction and repulsion, until their psychic tension explodes with devastating consequen… (more)
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The novel opens with the murder of Mary Turner and mental breakdown of her husband Dick and the arrest of the black houseboy Moses. Within the first twenty pages of the first chapter Lessing has told the reader all he needs to know about the repressive racist culture that existed in Rhodesia in the 1940's. We are plunged into a society of masters and slaves, but where the masters are beginning to look over their shoulders. Charlie Slatter and a Police Sergeant arrive at the crime scene and their thoughts are only about clearing away the messy situation as quickly as possible. Tony Marston a trainee farm manager just fresh from England is shocked by the attitudes of the White Rhodesians and Lessing says:
"when old settlers say 'One has to understand the Country' what they mean is 'You have to get used to our ideas about the native' They are saying in effect 'Learn our ideas or otherwise get out: we don't want you. Most of these young men were brought up with vague ideas about equality. They were shocked for the first week or so, by the way the natives were treated. They were revolted a hundred times a day by the casual way they were spoken of, as if they were so many cattle; or by a blow or a look. They were prepared to treat them as human beiings. But they could not stand out against the culture they were joining. It did not take them long to change.
The novel is not about young Tony Marston but tells the back story of Mary and Dick Turner and how they come to such a terrible end. Mary is a city girl who finds that her fear of marriage and of intimacy has left her only with a casual circle of younger friends as she moves into her thirties. She no longer fits and so when Dick Turner a farmer from the veldt asks her to marry him she accepts. Dick is a struggling farmer who cannot seem to make anything work, he has ideas about cultivation that are progressive, but in spite of working hard on the land he cannot carry a project through. He takes a more lenient approach with some of the natives and his unwillingness to involve himself socially with his farming neighbours makes him also a person who "does not fit." The book is about the Turners struggle with their environment, their social and sexual relations and the culture which they buy into, but does not work for them. They are two people who are hopelessly ill equipped to cope with any of the challenges facing them and their ruin and disintegration is inevitable. Lessing ruthlessly exposes their lives concentrating on Mary, whose treatment of her native houseboys is as bad as the culture will allow; she seems to be taking out her frustrations on them and when Moses arrives at the end of a long line of houseboys Mary is seriously and mentally ill and a point is reached where a line is crossed from where there is no turning back:
Remembering that thick black neck with the lather frothing whitely on it, the powerful black stooping over the bucket, was like a goad to her. And she was beyond reflecting her anger, her hysteria, was over nothing, nothing that she could explain. What had happened was that the formal pattern of black-and-white, mistress-and-servant, had been broken by a personal relation; and when a white man in Africa by accident looks into the eyes of a native and sees the human being (which is his chief occupation to avoid, his sense of guilt, which he denies, fumes up in resentment and he brings down the whip.
The Turner's inability to exploit the land and to exploit the natives as well as their neighbours leads to their financial ruin, but this is not the whole story and it is Lessing's brilliant dissection of the Turners characters and relationship that makes their total disintegration so believable. Their inability to fit even with each other and the hints of child molestation in Mary's past explains her frustration and fears of being intimate with Dick. This together with an unrelenting climate and an invidious culture leads inexorably to their tragedy. An excellent novel which I would rate as 4.5 stars.
This is set in what was Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) around World War II. We're told the ending from the first sentence: Mary Turner, wife of Richard Turner, a farmer at Ngesi, was found murdered on the front verandah of their homestead yesterday morning. A sentence that would head many a whodunnit. Except we're told paragraphs in their houseboy Moses seemingly did it, and this isn't a mystery novel really. I don't know I'd even call it a whydonnit--since that also is telegraphed early on. It's more about how did we get here. It's like those ancient Greek tragedies where we all know where things are headed with all the morbid fascination of a train wreck. I couldn't take my eyes off it. And it's an ugly scene. Especially in that first chapter the word "nigger" rains down on us. Both Mary and Dick Turner use the word unsparingly--as well as using "boy" even for elderly black Africans.
Yet somehow there's nothing routine about this treatment of racism. Too many stories of racism fall between two stools. Even when written by whites, white racist characters are often dehumanized so the reader can comfortably think, well, that's not me. Or else the racism is there simply to set off the heroic Noble White Liberal (tm). Lessing doesn't take those easy ways out. Lessing grew up in Southern Rhodesia from the time she was five years old until thirty when she headed to England in 1949 with the manuscript of The Grass is Singing: her first novel. You just know she's known people like the Turners. She takes advantage of her omniscient perch to be scathing and acerbic about white colonial attitudes--and yet...
Well, Lessing's pitiless in her depiction of Mary, but she makes you crawl inside of her skin. I can't say I ever liked Mary, and I'm not sure empathy is quite how I'd describe what I felt for her; even aside from her racism she's a chilly, neurotic character. Yet at times I did feel an identification with her, especially early on, and Lessing was masterful in showing her deterioration--and how it was fed by her attitudes towards the "natives." Dick has a decency despite his racism but is frustrating in his fecklessness. Moses is more a cipher. He only gets a point of view toward the very end, and is far less knowable, though never pitiable the way the Turners are--he's not a simple victim, a noble martyr--and I think the opacity of his character is deliberate.
Besides the characterizations, I was also hit by the luminosity of Lessing's prose. She certainly conjures up the African landscape and climate, the isolation of the farm and its shabbiness and exudes an atmosphere that was suffocating and oppressive. Even that interiority of the narrative contributed to that, I think. I would definitely seek out Lessing again.
The story focuses on Mary, a South African townie who marries Dick, a Rhodesian farmer. Mary has gone through her childhood and twenties doing all the things that were expected - she does her work competently, she socialises - but at a kind of distance. No one ever touched her heart. One day she overhears people talking about her and pitying her; her life changes, her emotional balance is shattered. When Dick comes along she agrees to marry him, I think because she doesn't know what else to do with herself.
It's not a wise decision. Dick is a failed farmer, prone to jump from one grand scheme to another, always in debt and living in little more than an isolated shack. Mary has a shock when she understands what she has let herself in for; she wasn't made to be a farmer's wife. She slides into a deep depression which causes and is exacerbated by her fraught relationships with the 'natives' that work the farm. She despises them but also fears them deeply. Mary's marriage and sanity disintegrate over the years as the poverty, heat, fear and hatred become inescapable. She becomes entangled in a bizarre relationship with Moses, the black cook, in which the usual power structures are confused and corrupted. It doesn't end it well.
Dick and Mary are presented as universal figures (perhaps that's why they have common, plain names); they are products of the white community of Lessing's Rhodesian childhood. The black characters are sketchy, reflecting the fact that white people knew little of the lives of their servants and had no interest in wanting to know about them. The book was published in 1950 and I can imagine that such a stark exposure of the psychology of white power and the fragility of that power must have provoked comment. I certainly found it thought-provoking and am very glad I read it.
I found this story to be original and thought provoking. The characters were sharply drawn, and, although there wasn’t one that I felt much sympathy for, their actions and attitudes painted a very clear picture of white African society. Barely a step away from whip toting slave owners, they felt full justification in their control over the black population. The story was also a vivid portrait of how powerless women were in this environment as well. Having no escape, nothing to plan or work toward, her dreams unfulfilled, the woman in this story goes slowly insane.
With this simple story, Doris Lessing exposes both the racial and gender inequality that British Colonialism supported and encouraged. The Grass is Singing is a disturbing story of doomed lives crumbling away under the hot African sun and is told with exceptional clarity and power.
The sadness of the tale is made even more important by the fact that the conclusion is made inevitable because of the societal pressures that each character faces. Mary faces pressure from her familial past, her husband, her friends and everyone else she meets. Her disintegration had a devastating effect on me because it felt so believable. This is not to say she is a likable character. Rather, she is so compelling because she is so real.
The depiction of the dual subjugation of both women and blacks in Southern Africa during the mid-20th century is wrenching. I would like to think we have changed greatly since this time. However, I don't think I really believe it. One of the greatest strengths of this book was expressing the way that racism exists in the minds of whites. This perspective allows us to better understand how even though the institutional situation may have changed, this dangerous and damaging mindset can still be present. It can grow and fester in any situation.
The number of big subjects tackled in such a small is quite amazing. It touches on the role of women in society, marriage, racism, classism, colonialism, mental illness and more. I think this book is essential reading for almost everyone. It is not at all an easy read. There is no lightness to make the emotional blows more tolerable. But I have a certain appreciation for authors who can write without sugar coating the situation. So READ THIS BOOK, but do so without expecting much reprieve.
The book is about life on the veld in what is today Zimbabwe. It is about a couple, farmers, white colonials, without children, owners of a very small poorly run farm. The husband cannot seem to make a go of it and tries one fanciful idea after another, all to fail. The wife, she is a special case too. She carries lots of baggage on her back. Experiences of her own childhood weigh her down and she only marries at thirtyish because she reasons she simply has to. She didn’t want to, she had to……she was getting too old and realized all were whispering about her. She isn’t comfortable with men, not only is she instable, but she could be classified as being mentally ill. She cannot deal with sexual attraction; it throws her completely off kilter!
This book is about how white colonials look at native Africans. At least that is what we are told. There is a murder. We are told at the start that the wife is killed by the native house slave. The question is why, how did this come about. This is the central theme.
How well does this couple represent colonial whites in Africa? That is what concerned me! I never felt that this was an issue solely of utter disdain and hatred for the natives, but rather a couple that was emotionally unbalanced. How can these two be used as a mirror of how colonials viewed the African natives?!
What I cannot deny is that I felt and breathed the atmosphere of the veld. The environment, the weather, the shabbiness, the heat, the storms weigh on you as you read this book and impose a sense of doom and hopelessness. This sense of the environment is impressive. I recognized it from other books I have read about Zimbabwe - Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight and Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness by Alexandra Fuller. I kept thinking I have been in places like this, albeit only in books. I definitely prefer the writing of Alexandra Fuller though. I would recommend that if you are interested in the southern African milieu to start with “Dogs” instead. There is humor in that. It is more rounded, and it offers a more realistic and balanced view of colonials; they cannot, should not, all be depicted as Doris Lessing does. The Grass is Singing is a novel, while the other two mentioned are autobiographical. I personally think Doris Lessing’s book concerns more the thoughts of a woman with emotional problems, but the atmosphere of the time and place is impressive.
Completed May 23, 2013
As a white African, and a woman, Lessing's work is often seen through the prism of sex and race, and through Mary in particular Lessing examines the terror of the 'other' , power relations through the sjambok and through psychological, unspoken warfare; and the narrowness of the choices available to a single woman in a small country where everyone knows everyone. Social class and commerce also play a key part in the novel; Mary and Dick play the game particularly badly, negotiating their poor hand into disaster, paying the price for no particular sin in poverty, madness and death.
A disturbing, but energising read.
I found this incredibly layered novel to be profoundly psychoanalytical and disturbing. In 200 short pages Lessing manages to convey the utter horror of a black/white segregated 1940s Southern Africa in a way that affected me much more than other books I've read with this setting. Mary's loathing of "the natives" runs much deeper than her husband's, manifesting itself in untempered disdain and a complete inability to consider the black workers on any human level. Her husband Dick tries to operate his farm workforce with a level of fairness, yet one doesn't have to peel back the layers of the onion too far to see that this "fairness" is based on the doctrine of keeping the coloured man down in his place under the total control of the the white man.
He was obeying the dictate of the first law of white South Africa, that is "Thou shalt not let your fellow whites sink lower than a certain point; because if you do, the nigger will see that he is as good as you are".
This is not only a novel about racial hatred, however. The Grass is Singing is an acutely observant look at the human psyche, of how life's twists and turns slowly but surely sour and disappoint a once vibrant and popular woman until she loses herself completely into that which she had always so defiantly tried to avoid becoming.
I've found this a very difficult book to review as there are so many facets to it, but what I think stands out most is it's starkly honest portrayal of how the white southern Africans consider their fellow black men to be entirely sub-human and requiring management in the same way as the beasts of the land.
4.5 stars - a darkly disturbing read in many ways, but a profound and important one that will leave me thinking about it for some time.
I loved this book. Lessing has written a novel that reads like a page turner but has the depth of a slow, studied
This book manages to be a look at marriage, a look at a white woman's available paths in Rhodesia, and a study of the interactions of the various races and socio-economic levels in Rhodesia all at the same time. And it remains readable and memorable while doing it.
I particularly loved that Lessing doesn't pretend to know more about the native Africans in her book than she actually does. Their emotions and lives are not at all described from their own point of view, only through the lens of the white people around them and a bit through their actions. I appreciated that she didn't try to enlighten those reading her book on "what Africans are like" - something that drove me crazy and seemed so demeaning to African culture in a book I read recently, [Out of Africa].
I highly recommend this.
The novel is about the disintegrating marriage of Mary and Dick Turner, who are ill-suited for each other and married for all the wrong reasons. Just as the jungle inevitably consumes the house, small pockets of discontent begin to crack apart the marriage.
The book opens with its ending -- Mary Turner has been murdered by her kitchen cook for reasons that nobody in "the community" really cares to explain. Going back through Mary's life, Lessing masterfully delves into her heroine's psyche and the reasons for her ugly treatment of the natives living around her.
I really tore through this book-- it was fascinating and thought-provoking, painting the horrors of colonialism without feeling terribly preachy.
She leads a relatively happy, carefree life in town but decides to move away to marry
Mary takes out her feelings of isolation and frustration on the black servants and workers. One day, Moses, an enigmatic, virile farm hand, comes to work in the house. This was the beginning of the erosion of the master-servant relationship that Mary took elaborate pains in the past to enforce.
I didn't know whether to feel sorry for Mary or to feel that she had it coming. I kept wondering whether women at that time, and in that context, were really that helpless over their situation as Mary was portrayed? Somehow I felt more pity for Dick, who loved her despite not knowing how to show it.
A powerful, psychological portrait, it is a chilling read about the bleakness of existence as opposed to living, tension (master vs. slave, white vs. black, female vs. male, that alternately repulsed and attracted), isolation, disillusionment, fear, prejudice, and madness. This is a book that will stay with me.
This novel is Mary's story as we watch her fall into an
But this novel is more than that because it is set in Africa when whites had the power and control over the black population. As Mary's depression grows, her relationship with her black servant, Moses, becomes more complex and less appropriate. Neither Mary nor Moses are able to fully come to terms with the violations of white, patriarchial norms.
This is a beautifully written book, largely focused on Mary's character rather than on a plot or narrative. I found it rich and deeply compelling in both its description and the message it conveyed through the fate of the characters.
Written before the sexual revolution and civil rights movement, this story is a portrayal of the trappings of a rigid social structure and the penalties for those who don't fit in.
The book opens with the murder of Mary Turner and the arrest of the black man responsible for the deed.
Lessing draws one into the arid blazing heat of
Mary hates the searing heat, only marginally more than she loathes the black workers on the farm. There is no limit to her contempt for the natives, whom she deems savages. While Mary is at odds with nature, Dick is at peace with it.
In this novel, Lessing boldly thrashes out the theme of racism (as well as human isolation and alienation). While she explores racism in this society broadly, she also zones in particularly on the relationship between one white woman and her black male servant.
Though Mary and Dick Turner may well be the most unlikable characters I’ve come across, Lessing’s storytelling is superb. You may want to give up on the wretched Mary and Dick, but you cannot discard this book – not until you know exactly what has happened! Highly recommended.
Unprepared for what little the farm offered, she tries at first to make the best of it. Making her own dresses from scraps of fabric, whitewashing the walls, taking over the management of the house. But the oppressive heat, the unproductive farm, the seclusion from their neighbors, and her contempt of the native servant who she feels enjoys too much freedom in the house, wears her down. Her constant firing of servants raises a few eyebrows with the locals, making it difficult for Richard to find someone willing to work. Unable to understand her gruffness, he chooses instead to ignore it by spending his time down at the fields, working on some new scheme in a sad attempt to create a profitable farm.
Left on her own, her dislike of the natives comes to a head when she spots one of the farm workers -- Moses -- slacking off. She confronts him, and he tells that he wanted some water. Angry at his disobedience, she strikes him. To her surprise, Moses appears unscathed by her actions, and she stalks away. Weeks later, Richard is forced to hire Moses as the house servant when no one else will take the job because of Mary's reputation. Once Mary realizes who this new servant is, a battle of wills begins between the two.
"The Grass Is Signing" focuses on the racial tensions between Mary, a white South African, and the native Moses. Mary believes that she is better than the natives who work on their farm, though she is considered white trash by local standards. She demands respect from the natives, and when one stands up to her, her supposed strength is revealed to be cowardice and paranoia. She's a remarkable character because not once did I like her. She's a terrible person, but that's one of the draws of the novel, watching how wretched she is and how that serves as her own version of Hell when Moses comes to work in the house, in her constant presence. A remarkable novel and definitely worth a read.
A few points off for the typos in this Perennial Modern Classics edition that I read, which were surprising to see in a much reprinted early work by a Nobel Prize winner. These started as early as pg. 2 "families " and pg. 9 "premptorily" & "Charlies" for example, but were more sparse later on.