I recently attended a book launch at the hip book venue, the Book Lounge in Roeland Street, Cape Town. The launch was for a new novel, by a new young author: male, Cape Town educated, Southern Suburbs school, University of Cape Town, and so on. With him, in the panel discussion at the launch was another young author, a little more well known for her own literary ventures. She made some comments which I found deeply disturbing, and also, completely misplaced. Some of these I would like to reflect briefly on here.
The author in question asserted that nowadays, "boring" political novels are becoming redundant. Any story about apartheid is outmoded. Apparently what people want to read about in this city of Cape Town and in this country of South Africa is popular culture, media, consumerist desires….you know, the interesting, real life stuff. Now, please don’t imagine that she was towing the famous Njabula Ndebele line about 'rediscovering the ordinary.' She was not extrapolating ways in which one can avoid the spectacular melodrama of political sloganeering or such like in works of fiction. Rather, her point was that politics and the past are not interesting to the youth anymore. Apparently, they have better things to be concerned about–fashion, parties, being 'global', social media, movies and so on. Not vacuous in any way, this supposed new generation of South Africans (of all backgrounds, we assume), is just not interested in the political particularities of this nation. This aspect of local is not of import it seems. Rather, the youth (spoken for by the author in question) are looking to be part of mass culture that spans the known world. Accordingly, writers in this emerging social moment need to be responsible to their immediate world and respond to what is more interesting and apparently more entertaining. Basically, politics and story don’t mix.
What was immediately alarming about this speech at the Book Lounge was that the person in question was unconsciously mirroring an infamous argument made by the literary critic, Ulyatt, in the mid 1980’s, who vilified protest literature in a thinly disguised racial attack on black political writing. According to Ulyatt, poetry and politics are antagonistic, especially in literature. Political ideas, he wrote, should not contaminate art (especially when the former represents the ugly plight of the oppressed.) Ulyatt is now widely used as a textbook example of the arrogant and dangerous opinions of those not suffering under a system like apartheid, who could still argue for the purity of art for art’s sake, despite existing in a society where every single moment, the majority was denied their basic human rights to freedom and freedom of speech.
For those who are interested in the past, we know that in fact, it was through literary acts that these freedoms became partially accessible. In South Africa, we have a long tradition of art as the vehicle for the expression of socio-political suffering and concerns. And, as we know it still, literature, as an art form, is one of the primary ways through which the disenfranchised speak. Furthermore, it is generally accepted nowadays that literature can in fact be both political and poetic. It is shortsighted and narrow minded to believe that politics and ‘art’ be incommensurate with each another, especially in a country and world that is, whether we like it or not, politically highly charged. Perhaps a conversation with Nobel Laureates Toni Morrison, J.M. Coetzee and Orhan Pamuk would convince any naysayer that the most powerful writing, and the most beautifully poetic writing, is very often grounded in the political.
This does not mean that we should cry for stories that look only to the past or are not works of the creative imagination. But it is shallow to think (especially considering that those in this country who may have these opinions do not usually hail from historically disadvantaged backgrounds) that it is only what the readership in this country needs, as we plot our way forward from a traumatic past and through a still traumatic present, are easy-reading, fun, imagined fictions. Many believe that we are in dire need of young writers who, immersed in their milieu, can also respond to the very real social conditions of our landscape. This is what it means to be an interesting writer, and certainly, only gifted young artists can achieve a fluid and exciting textual pollination of the harshest reality with the everyday concerns facing our youth today. This is why it is the Kgebetli Moeles, Ceridwen Doveys and Niq Mhlongos of the world who are being hailed as the new bright young things coming from this country and not, needless to say, the authors of books about life in the clubbing or cafe circuit of Long Street, Cape Town.