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Butterfly Burning Doc Ù 135 pages æ This new novel is set in township life in the 1940s its joys and sorrows freedoms and restrictions ebullience and disenchantments It tells of a young woman mysteriously orphaned but with a hidden sense of her own freedom and independence Her struggle is manifested in her happiness with an older man on the one This new novel is set in township life in the 1940s its joys and sorrows freedoms and restrictions ebullience and disenchantments It tells of a young w Noon is too much like the middle of things not a useful time for proposals conclusions and disasters Noon is just that sunlight pouring down to melt shadows and therefore too many witnesses to every fall The hope for writing lies in the writers who treat with it as a limb and not with themselves as a god To flex composition as musculature entails the burn of acid when oxygen is rendered insufficient the pain of tearing in the aim of new growth the itch of healing bone and the chance of spilling blood None of this means anything to a god who uses and chooses and appeals within the safety of that circle that is the right subject the right grammar the right self In literature as in life there is little chance that they will be cut down far too soon There is plenty of time to indulge in the hegemony of current times and call its aspects universal An axis is an anchor an origin not the emotion itself Emotion is much charged and cannot be fastened to a single location; it consumes the whole body The body relents like a canoe keeling over in turbulent streams then skims the surface of the water to a welcoming border without sinking; something about the weight of wood the apex the slender vessel and the position of the drowned Fact This work is one of Africa's 100 Best Books of the 20th Century Fact Yvonne Vera Zimbabwe born and Canada expatriated died on the cusp of her fourth decade Fiction as all opinions even the historical ones are I can't be the only one to find this work excruciating in the sense of the sublime Ignore the phallic gargantuan context established for the word long ago if you please It's not my fault modern English is so insistent on linguistic separation of fear and worship and the lingo of terror and horror and awe just don't conjure up the right tonal ring in my consciousness of the word As such it must be sublime but in a close burning fish wire run too fast for the endorphins self administered abortion feel of the phrase a battlefield little touched by authors that all men fear Catharsis grounded in the mid twentieth century of the sort no white person can grasp So tall these trees firm and impossible They look as though they have been built by hand to carry improper histories Anyone who takes potshots at this for the plot obviously had no idea what they were doing when they read Romeo and Juliet Soap opera little children all this uick and easy self defense blown apart when Eros and Thanatos refuse to stop fucking for the sake of your comfort zone A shot in the dark a boiling pot in the air seventeen men hung from a tree and all the universal tones of a white world rendered useless when sidewalks are anathema and asbestos is acknowledged without flinching The lack of tetanus shot's a drag but so is the centuries long euating of sanitation to genocide It's not that you couldn't analyze this text without considering the politics of women and fertility and skin color and the social euthanasia that is that idol of capitalism but that there is no literary surgeon skilled enough to trap the benign bits in a vat and leave every last measure of metastasis behind To all those whose first instinct in reading is to sidestep corruption you're out of your league here Black wood in a flood moving in full circles If there is a shore along this river it is not yet a shelter but something hostile It is an unknown possession An obstacle against which the bodies are blindly thrust and thrust again Wood floats on water blazes in flame I'll never become used to mourning writers Desire is for the slow examining of wounds

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Oman mysteriously orphaned but with a hidden sense of her own freedom and independence Her struggle is manifested in her happiness with an older man on Butterfly Burning is by Yvonne Vera a Zimbabwean novelist I gave this novel four stars at first but then reduced it to three because I like the novel's use of poetic language and love story but I was not enthusiastic overall about the characters The setting of the story is the black township of Makokoba during the 1940s The two main characters are Fumbatha a middle aged man who lost his father at an early age He seems to view life and all the oppression in it disinterestedly just going through the motions until he meets a pretty and lively young girl named Phephelaphi Phephelaphi too has faced tragedy at an early age She lost the only parent she knew her mother to murder But unlike Fumbatha she has not allowed life to get her down She still hopes for and looks out for many possibilities It is love at first sight for these two but as time goes on secrets and betrayal takes a toll on the relationship Some of this novel would be a slow go for those who don't care much for poetry I recommend it for people who love stories set in Africa enjoy love stories and poetic language

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Butterfly BurningThe one hand and on the other the attractiveness of other experiences But the closely woven fabric of township life has a tight mesh and reality is ha The same reason I was drawn to this book is the same reason I couldn't finish it The language was too flowery and descriptions were too lengthy and repetitive Often the writer would spend pages just describing the scenery that we would be completely taken away from the story I think this would have fared better as poetry There was so much focus on creating imagery rather than creating a story that flowed I didn't get to the end because I felt like I was being interrupted Maybe I will try to finish it at some point