The Yearning

Mohale Mashigo

Description

How long does it take for scars to heal? How long does it take for a scarred memory to fester and rise to the surface? For Marubini, the question is whether scars ever heal when you forget they are there to begin with.

Marubini is a young woman who has an enviable life in Cape Town, working at a wine farm and spending idyllic days with her friends ... until her past starts spilling into her present.

Something dark has been lurking in the shadows of Marubini’s life from as far back as she can remember. It’s only a matter of time before it reaches out and grabs at her.

The Yearning is a memorable exploration of the ripple effects of the past, of personal strength and courage, and of the shadowy intersections of traditional and modern worlds.

Sujets

• Folk Tales
• Fairy Tales
• Legends
• Mythology
• Cape Town
• Soweto
• Le Cap
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Pan Macmillan South Africa
• Date de parution: 27 mars 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781770105539
• Langue: English

Extrait

Praise For The Yearning
‘Mashigo is a gifted storyteller and does so with ease and sophistication, bringing a remarkable tale to life in a way that is completely new and uniquely hers, but also familiar to anyone who believes in the existence of invisible powers. The Yearning is a herculean feat, not just because Mashigo is a first-time author, but because it is a damn good book that any author will have wished to have written.’ – Sowetan
‘What starts as a tale of love and friendship about a young woman in Cape Town turns into something far more complex and unexpected. There are flashbacks to a childhood in Soweto, slices of a harrowing and life-changing incident, a swirl of sangoma ritual and a touch of family conflict. The result is compelling and heady.’ – Bridget McNulty, Sunday Times
‘Mashigo’s talent is otherworldly. Marubini is beautiful, sexy, frightening and vulnerable. Simphiwe, like his sister, is a cocktail of love, grace and freakiness. The grandparents stole my heart. There were times I was so scared for a character, I had to leave the book and go do something completely unrelated. This writer knows how to write love in its messiness, illumination, wonder, deliciousness of all kinds. Her treatment of the erotic and unpacking and orgasm is breathtaking. This novel is a highly spiritual, evocative, transform­ative project. It’s about intergenerational knowing, ancestral memory, African women created universes of self-love. It’s not about easy or predictable ways out of any hardship.’ – Pumla Dineo Gqola
‘Mashigo’s writing shines as she connects … contradictory themes intricately, while her use of colourful metaphors breathes life into the narrative.’ – Avantika Seeth, City Press
‘This debut novel skilfully explores the effects of past hurt on the character and mind of a grown woman, Marubini … The Yearning is both thrilling and wise, highlighting the conflict between the modern and the ancient, their opposition centred within Marubini. The reader feels strongly the influence of Marubini’s ghosts, the story expertly woven between present and past tenses. Authentic and heartfelt, this novel is a triumph.’ – Alexander Matthews, Business Day ’s Wanted Online
‘ The Yearning may be Mashigo’s debut, but she writes with an ease that makes her feel like an old favourite, an old friend. Punctuated by an unmistakable theme of love – from parents and friends and a lover – The Yearning hurts as much as it heals.’ – Cindy van Wyk, The Namibian

The Yearning

Dedicated to Ma (Mohale) and Pa (Mashigo) and the strange beautiful girl I met during my first week of high school (Marcee)

The Yearning
by Mohale Mashigo
With ‘From Sweet Valley High to The Yearning ’ added for this edition
PICADOR AFRICA

Copyright
First published in 2016 This paperback edition published in 2017 by Picador Africa an imprint of Pan Macmillan South Africa Private Bag X19, Northlands Johannesburg, 2116 www.panmacmillan.co.za
ISBN 9781770105522 eISBN 9781770105539
© Mohale Mashigo 2017, 2016
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.
Design and typesetting by Fire and Lion Cover Design by K4 Front cover photograph by Aila Images (via Shutterstock)

From Sweet Valley High to The Yearning
My friend Vuyo wrote one chapter and then I would write the next one; that’s how we started writing Sweet Valley High fan fiction (of course, we didn’t know there was a name for it back then). We were just obsessed with reading the books and writing our own stories. We had not planned to write Elizabeth and Jessica as racially ambiguous teenage girls who belonged in California (Sweet Valley) but were somehow living in our world – Soweto and Yeoville in Johannesburg. Girls like us didn’t belong in books, so we ripped the ones from our books and pasted them, through the magic of fan fiction, in our pages. Every now and then our favourite singers would show up as love interests, much to the delight of our teenage readers, who were our classmates.
Many years before I co-wrote racy fan fiction with Vuyo, I was reading Pippi Longstocking , Roald Dahl’s books and many others written for children. The school library was a sanctuary when other children became tiresome. Distant lands and children on adventures occupied my days and nights.
The distance between me and the children in the books became very apparent when I read my first ‘grown-up book’ – The Colour Purple by Alice Walker. How this book ended up in my possession, is one of those details blurred by memory and time. The Colour Purple, to my complete surprise, was a book about black people. The only stories about black people I had encountered were panel storyboards (made up of photos) in the back of Bona / Pace magazine. The speech bubbles above the photos of young nurses were my guide as I taught myself to read.
I didn’t know I was looking until I found myself between those letters. Do any of us know we’re looking till we see ourselves – right there in the pages? All our complicated feelings, barely touched history and quirks coming alive in words. There in the pages I saw myself in The Colour Purple, sitting alongside Celie watching the drama unfold. Laughing when Mister is finally left by himself and crying when Celie and Shug finally reunited.
Perhaps Vuyo and I were painfully folding ourselves to fit into the books we loved so much. Nobody was writing about our childhoods in apartheid South Africa or about how confusing it was suddenly to discover that you’re a sexual being and have no guidance (just urges and questions). The world of black teenagers in South Africa was missing from the literature we had. Yes, later in high school, it would be Tsitsi Dangarembga who would unfold some of the literary corners I had reduced myself into. Ms Simleit (my high school English teacher) introduced our class to Nervous Conditions . There they were: people I could be related to (my uncle was Zimbabwean). These people occupied the entire novel and it was about them; the minor details were included too. These young African women were spread out through the pages, revealing their beauty and shadows. Their families were so much like the ones I was linked to through neighbourhood or blood. Sweet Valley High fan fiction died when Tambu entered my life.
It was Ways of Dying by Zakes Mda that really pushed me to find my voice, as a writer and a person. The way in which Mda told the ‘painful ugly’ effortlessly with compassion and humour, encouraged me to write without fear. I wrote my novel for myself, to be quite honest. It was both therapeutic and entertaining to write these flawed women without interruption or judgement. It never occurred to me that the story I was writing wouldn’t be mine forever. Once The Yearning was published, however, it ceased to be mine. As a first-time author, I had no idea what to expect. My favourite revelation is that readers will stop me in the street or while I’m minding my business to say ‘Hey, wena Mohale, we need a sequel. I have so many questions!’ That is one of my favourite things about meeting fellow readers; the passion.
Stories matter and so do the voices of storytellers. When I first started writing The Yearning I wondered if anyone would be interested in the life of a woman very much like myself. It is the very same ‘doubt’ that keeps coming up in questions I get from young writers. Could anyone possibly be interested in the life of a boy/girl like me? It is a question I still get when young writers email me or call me for advice. The answer is never satisfactory – your story matters and so does your voice. Who can blame them for thinking that they do not belong in the literary world? I often feel that way and I am now ‘part’ of this world.
How do we remedy this? We keep writing, show up for each other, read outside of our comfort zones, give different voices a platform, buy self-published books, read each other’s stories and never forget – all stories matter.
The Yearning is my small contribution towards putting us (who are barely in books and stories as whole people) in literature because we do belong. Our stories are valid. It is especially important in a country that has for many years let stories get buried in unmarked graves. The Yearning had been rejected so many times that I was convinced it was not a story worth reading. With encouragement from friends, I began to look at self-publishing. Money was saved, strategies were written on a white board in my dining room and final numbers came to 100 – that’s the number of copies I could afford to print. Ma was a huge part of my marketing plans, she was going to harass church ladies into buying copies of her favourite (only) daughter’s novel. Pa was to stand at the gate and accost young people who would eventually buy the book because they would grow tired of his sales pitch. Looking back I can see that perhaps my marketing strategy was not the best (ha!).
My editor, Elana Bregin, convinced me to try one more publisher. Had I not, Ma would no longer have any church friends. Elana showed me that it is the duty of those on the ‘inside’ to let outsiders in through the trapdoors. And that while trapdoors may exist, it is better to have the doors open to all.
My aim was to sell 100 copies of this novel, with the hope that somebody somewhere would see themselves in the story. Looks like I’ve achieved that (and a little more). If a girl from Soweto can go from (racy) Sweet Valley High Fan Fiction to The Yearning , imagine the millions of stories that are just waiting to be written and read. Your story matters.
Mohale Mashigo March 2017

The Yearning
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