ME, THE MOON AND ELVIS PRESLEY by Christopher Hope, Macmillan pounds 15.99
Sunday 07 September 1997
The first pivotal year is 1949. The town of Buckingham has reclaimed its Boer name, Lutherberg, to commemorate the overthrow of British rule and the establishment of South Africa's whites-only National Party. The second pivotal year is 1994, the end of apartheid. To mark the occasion, Lutherberg has reclaimed its previous name, Buckingham.
Hope, still appalled by the way language can be used to conceal truths, now also sees comedy, particularly in political correctness. A significant minor player in the town's `94 drama is a budgerigar called Roy, who can, miraculously, count, except, he says "coolies" and "Coloureds" instead of "Asians" and "Mixed Race persons", and when he's shown a picture of a Gay Pride Parade, he declares, "Twenty bloody pooftahs!" The ensuing farce includes the new Council gathering to commute the death sentence on the bird.
However, Hope's word games can get in the way. It's a struggle to remember who's who when three characters turn out to be the same person: a "Coloured" who has three names, My Eyes, Me and finally Mimi (because now "there's more of me"). We're meant to be confused - in empathy - but perhaps not this confused. She is the most important character after the town itself.
As much as its structure will allow, the novel charts her life chronologically. Her mother's a drunk who loans her in the 1940s to a bigoted farmer, Bananas Basson. Next, straight-talking, gun-toting Aunt Betsy buys the girl for a bargain six stones of soap, out of pity and because she needs help in her dung-floored cottage with her work as a herbalist. Aunt Betsy goes out of her way to treat the girl well, flouting segregation laws to get her onto public transport and giving her increasingly generous Christmas presents. But ultimately, as a white woman, she's an oppressor. After an horrific rape, murder and suicide, the girl Me realises that she must re-invent herself as Mimi, and, in the new South Africa, she's promoted meteorically to Deputy Mayor of Buckingham.
The end of apartheid is a challenge for South Africa's white writers. How do you change? Christopher Hope hasn't. He is relentlessly hard-eyed. In the book, he has the modern-day Mimi so used to being the underdog that power incapacitates her. The rest of the Council members are shackled by political correctness. All that's different, says Hope, are "the words for not saying what you mean". "The privileged minority, alias white folks, still lived in the town proper and the traditionally deprived majority, aka brown folks, were stuck out in Golden Meadow."
The character with the most positive outlook, the red-faced, white-suited Pascal le Gros, is an exploitative pragmatist who organises an Elvis Presley competition to celebrate the first year of democracy. His competing look-alikes provide an absurdly kitsch finale, which should be funny: a dead pop star is all the town can unite over. Considering the number of jokes in Me, the Moon and Elvis Presley, there aren't many laughs.
Review: Imaginative storytelling returns with vigourfilm
Bannatyne leaves Dragon's DenTV
Arts & Ents blogs
- 1 Game of Thrones author George RR Martin says 'f*** you' to fans who fear he will die before finishing Westeros saga
- 2 PornHub begs users to stop uploading video clips of Brazil getting beaten 7-1
- 3 Why I'm on the brink of burning my Israeli passport
- 4 L'Oreal cuts ties with Belgium supporter Axelle Despiegelaere after hunting trip photographs
- 5 The true Gaza back-story that the Israelis aren’t telling this week
Sustained immigration has not harmed Britons' employment, say government advisers
7/7 memorial defaced on anniversary of 2005 attacks with ‘Blair lied thousands died’ graffiti
Australia facing international condemnation after turning around Sri Lankans at sea
War is war: Why I stand with Israel
Even when it brutalises one of its own teenage citizens, America is helpless against Israel
Socialist Worker called to apologise over ‘vile’ article saying Eton schoolboy Horatio Chapple's death is ‘reason to save the polar bears’