Sad tales from an African childhood
The locale is exotic but the sorrow in this memoir is all too commonplace.
If Leo Tolstoy were still around, he might want to rethink that opening sentence in "Anna Karenina": "Happy families are all alike; but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." What is startling about Casting with a Fragile Thread, a new memoir about growing up in Africa, is how sadly familiar the troubles seem, despite having occurred thousands of miles away in a country that no longer exists.
Wendy Kann grew up during Rhodesia's civil war (1965-1979), before the country became Zimbabwe. But she was living in Westport, Conn., when she got the news that her younger sister Lauren had been killed in a car accident.
Lauren, who had been living unhappily on an isolated farm in Zambia, left behind her toddler, Luke. Her death, and Kann's frequent trips to Africa to help Luke, prompted her to write "Casting With a Fragile Thread."
Before the accident, Kann writes, she thought Africa belonged to a past left behind in favor of PTA meetings, motherhood, and the security of an upper-class Connecticut suburb. "By the time Lauren was killed, it had been years since I had worried about whether people whom I loved might live or die."
That worry seems caused, not so much by the civil war, but by an emotionally turbulent household. Before Lauren's birth, Kann's mother was beautiful and playful. "She yelled jump when the swing was at its highest, bit into onions like apples, and tried to convince me that it was always better to have flowers than food." But her mother spiraled into mental instability and alcoholism. A typical dinner was French fries and ketchup, or maybe peanuts. "There should be lots of words to describe drunk mothers, like the Inuit have words for snow," Kann writes.