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Biography & Autobiography. Family & Relationships. Nonfiction. HTML:�??Fuller brings Africa to life, both its natural splendor and the harsher realities of day-to-day existence, and sheds light on her parents in all their humanness�??not a glaring sort of light, but the soft equatorial kind she so beautifully describes in this memoir.�?� �??Bookpage A story of survival and war, love and madness, loyalty and forgiveness, Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness is an intimate exploration of Fuller�??s parents, whom readers first met in Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight, and of the price of being possessed by Africa�??s uncompromising, fertile, death-dealing land. We follow Tim and Nicola Fuller hopscotching the continent, restlessly trying to establish a home. War, hardship, and tragedy follow the family even as Nicola fights to hold on to her children, her land, her sanity. But just when it seems that Nicola has been broken by the continent she loves, it is the African earth that revives and nurtures her. Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness is Fuller at her very best. Alexandra Fuller is the author of several memoirs: Travel Light, Move Fast, Leaving Before the Rains Come and Don't Let's Go to the Dogs T… (more)
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"People often ask why my parents haven't left Africa. Simply put they have been possessed by the land. Land is Mum's love affair and it is Dad's religion." Page 117
From the beautiful landscape of the Isle of Skye in
This book is beautifully written with wonderful descriptions of feelings, daily living, and African landscapes. You will also be given a history lesson of Rhodesia/Zimbabwe.
The novel is also quite entertaining. You will love the stories, connect with the characters, feel their pain and mainly their love of the land in Africa even though Tim always said and was reminded by Nicola...."But I thought you said Africa was for the Africans." Page 210
I thoroughly enjoyed this book......vicariously living the life of the Fullers was fun but frightening. I can't begin to give all the details in this short review.....you will definitely need to read it. You will love it. 5/5
Nicola huntingford, while born in Scotland during World War II, spent most of her childhood and young adult life in colonial Kenya. While she did not have a lot of formal education, she was smart and largely self-taught in farming. birding and the many skills necessary to srurvive on the African veldt. She was also an excellent horsewoman, a resourceful woman (probably absolutely necessary for living in Africa), full of high spirits and incredibly brave whether or not you approve of her principles. A quote from early on in the book seems to sum her up. Outfitting her two daughters for a fancy dress children's party in Rhodesia during the bush war for African independence, Nicola does a mental check list before walking out the door: "Bullets, lipstick, sunglasses. Off we go. Come on, Bobo, quick march."
This intrepid woman marries fellow ex-pat Tim Fuller in 1964 and embarks on a life, first in Kenya and then in Rhodesia, Malawi, and finally in Zambia, trying to make a living farming from the inhospitable conditions in sub-Sahara Africa. Along the way there is lots of liquor, plenty of laughs, but also danger (all those guerilla wars) and the heartbreak of losing three children, the last of which almost causes her to give in to total madness.
Ms Fuller also clearly loves Africa, and probably in some ways mourns a way of life that has utterly vanished. Her descriptions of the land with it's people, animals and distinctlive odors are compellling. However, she always looks at Africa and her parents with clear-eyed honesty. While acknoweldging their failures and foibles, she also loves them dearly, which is what makes this book such a joy to read that one hates to see it end.
Nicola Fuller grew up in Kenya while Britain was still ascendant on the African continent and her attitudes were shaped by life under a ruling minority. She is a fascinating, expansive, extravagant, over the top personality who shines as the emotional center of this book. With insight from her mother and extensive, casual interviews over cocktails under African sunsets, Fuller tells of her mother's childhood, young adulthood, charmed early life with Fuller's father, and the increasingly dangerous times and tragedies they survived. While this sequel does cover some of the same ground as her first memoir, it adds a whole new dimension to both Tim and Nicola Fuller, painting them more sympathetically than they were previously portrayed. And given the love that shines out from the pages of this book, this portrayal is probably the more accurate.
Woven throughout the tales of her mother's life, are events of great historical significance. These forays into modern African history never come off as dry but instead as shaping the everyday life and tragedies of everyone around them, not excluding the Fullers themselves. Fuller does not whitewash the colonial sympathizing sentiment with which she grew up. She details the atrocities of a war that touched many people she knew and that constrained her own childhood. The acknowledgement that the African continent and the countries on it are complicated is a constant subtext. Nicola Fuller is also complicated, full of contradictions, and enduring just like the land she so loves.
This memoir/biography is really a love story on many levels: the Fullers' love for Africa, Bobo's love for her mother, and Nicola's and Tim's steady love for each other. It is enchanting and funny, heartbreaking and nostalgic, a tale acknowledging and mourning the past but content to move into the future complete with cocktails served under the tree of forgetfulness (an actual tree on the banana and fish farm where Nicola and Tim live now). A lushly gorgeous rendering of a specific time and place, this was a charming, intimate, and delightful read.
Her mother refers to the first memoir as That Awful Book, and while the author is talking to her parents about their lives, her mother is frequently telling her that this something she can put into another Awful Book. We hear about her mother's childhood in Kenya, a brief stay in England where she attended a secretarial school (Mrs. Hoster's College for Young Ladies), meeting her husband at the airport when returning to Kenya, and then their life together, in Kenya, England, Rhodesia, and eventually Zambia. It was a life full of hardships and heartaches. Her mother struggled with depression (and was apparently bi-polar), but made it through. It is all told with good humor.
This book is a very quick read (easily accomplished in a weekend)
and quite enjoyable. It is told with good humor. The atrocities that were committed by the Europeans against the Africans are not overlooked or minimized. In the waning days of colonialism, many white settlers left realizing that their way of life would be ending. The Fullers did not leave. To do so would have been cowardly and traitorous. They loved the the land, and stayed in Africa to make a life for themselves after the end of white rule.
In Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness, Ms. Fuller examines her parents' lives (mainly her mother's) with the same compelling, witty writing style that grabbed me once again. And this "back story" really rounded out the first book for me. By bringing her parents into focus, she has deepened the story of her own life. We see people deeply committed, not to their entitlements, but to the land and occupation they dearly love.
If you read Don't Let's Go..., you must read Cocktail Hour..., whether you liked the first book or not! Either way, it will enrich your understanding of white people's life in Africa at the end of colonialism, and your appreciation for families who love each other no matter what.
Fuller is an amazing writer.
There are several themes
- the probable mental illness of Nicola (manic-depression) in spite of which she recovers and continues to care for her family through the tragic death of three small children
- her parents love of Africa, "the warmth and freedom, the real open spaces, the wild animals, the sky at night as well as their acceptance of the extension of colonialism into apartheid by the Ian Smith-led government of Rhodesia. Along with 250,00 white Rhodesians "they were unwilling or disinclined to question the government policy that gave them preferential treatment over six million blacks, instead preferring to believe that theirs was a just and justifiable life of privilege."
- the cruelty of the war over apartheid, both for the blacks and for the sacrifices made by the white population who wanted only to live out their lives on the frontiers of Africa. I had not heard of the biological aspects of the war against the blacks - injecting cans of food with thallium, salting the river water with cholera and warfarin, and the intentional anthrax poisoning with anthrax of over 10 thousand men, women and children living in the Tribal Trust lands.
Alexandra Fuller is writing primarily about her mother's life, but also a bit about her father's in this book. Her mother, Nicola, was born in Scotland, but lived most of her life in Central Africa. Nicola loved to sing and enjoyed drinking, but was prone to depression at times.
I enjoyed
The war over apartheid and historical commentary on the political state of Africa in its entirety serves more as a reason for the family's many moves than significantly informational. The importance and the struggle of this time frame come off as being grossly underwhelmed as Alexandra Fuller focuses on her parents' lack of reaction, to the point of offense at times. Denying and downplaying the significance does not better the situation; but then again, many people have similar coping mechanisms. It is almost like the historical bits are asides, a less important factor to the life and attitude of focused character (the matriarchal "Nicola Fuller of Central Africa"). Perhaps this is the definition of a memoir and why I don't read very many.
From the beautiful Isle of Skye in Scotland, to the vibrant and lush lands of East Africa, the reader is taken on a journey through Nicola Fuller's childhood and beyond. Alexandra Fuller treats her mother's story as something exotic, but funny at the same time. There were moments that had me giggling out loud, especially as Nicola Fuller is so unabashed about her point of view on things. She says such things as "Here's to us. There's none like us, and if there were, they're all dead."
This book is beautifully written. It swells with wonderful descriptions of the African landscapes and the people who live there. Fuller even goes so far as to incorporate some history lessons on the many wars that have taken place in these areas, since her family grew up in the middle of them. One of my favorite stories was of a "fancy dress party" where Nicola Fuller grabs her girls, grabs her automatic weapon, and packs them off to a party. Unfortunately poor Alexandra doesn't fit in the front (due to her too large costume) and later reflects on how, had they hit a land mine, she wouldn't have been able to tell this story today. Tongue in cheek is the best way to describe Fuller's tone, and I adored it.
Suffice it say that Nicola Fuller is one of those larger than life people who demand the spotlight, and her daughter gives it to her in this gorgeously written memoir. If you were a fan of Don't Lets Go to the Dogs Tonight I am sure you'll find more of the same here, or so I've gushingly been told my numerous people. If you haven't yet had a foray into the life of the Fullers, I'd suggest reading the title above first, then this one. It can definitely be read standalone but then you'll be left like me. Wanting more, and on a search for the first book.
Highly recommended! I give this memoir my gold seal of approval, and my readers know I generally don't read them much. Pick up a copy, and prepare to be swept away into Nicola Fuller's terrifying and exotic life.