In A Free State By V.s. Naipaul 2001 New

In a Free State
by V.S. Naipaul ,2001
Paperback, 247 pages
Published 2001, picador


No writer has rendered our boundariless, post-colonial world more acutely or prophetically than V. S. Naipaul, or given its upheavals such a hauntingly human face. A perfect case in point is this riveting novel, a masterful and stylishly rendered narrative of emigration, dislocation, and dread, accompanied by four supporting narratives.
In the beginning it is just a car trip through Africa. Two English people--Bobby, a civil servant with a guilty appetite for African boys, and Linda, a supercilious compound wife y117 -- are driving back to their enclave after a stay in the capital y111 . But in between lies the landscape of an unnamed country whose squalor and ethnic bloodletting suggest Idi Amin's Uganda. y111-12, 120, 130-1, 150, 178, 220-40 And the farther Naipaul's protagonists travel into it, the more they find themselves crossing the line that separates privileged outsiders from horrified victims. Alongside this Conradian tour de force are four incisive portraits of men seeking liberation far from home. By turns funny and terrifying, sorrowful and unsparing, In A Free State is Naipaul at his best.(less)
V. S. Naipaul's Booker Prize-winning novel set in an African state.
The theme is displacement, the yearning for the good place in someone elses land, the attendant heartache.
In a Free State tells first of an Indian servant in Washington, who becomes an American citizen but feels he has ceased to be a part of the flow. Then of a disturbed Asian West Indian in London who, in jail for murder, has never really known where he is. Then the central novel moves to Africa, to a fictional country something like Uganda or Rwanda. Its two main characters are English. They once found Africa liberating, but now it has gone sour on them. The land is no longer safe, and at a time of tribal conflict they have to make the long drive to the safety of their compound. At the end of this drive the narrative tight, wonderfully constructed, the formal and precise language always instilled with violence and rage we know everything about the English characters, the African country and the Idi Amin-like future awaiting it. This is one of V. S. Naipauls greatest novels, hard but full of pity. It won the Booker Prize in 1971.
A book of such lucid complexity and such genuine insight, so deft and deep, that it somehow manages to agitate, charm, amuse and excuse the reader all at the same pitch of experience Dennis Potter, The Times