‘The Grass is Singing’ by Doris Lessing

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Fiction – Kindle edition; Fourth Estate; 208 pages; 2013.

The Grass is Singing, originally published in 1950, was Nobel Prize-winning author Doris Lessing‘s debut novel. It brims with tension and shimmers with insight into race relations, colonialism, marriage and rural life in what was then Southern Rhodesia.

Murder mystery

This astonishingly confident book opens in unconventional, some might say brash, style, in the form of a newspaper story by a “special correspondent”:

Mary Turner, wife of Richard Turner, a farmer at Ngesi, was found murdered on the front verandah of their homestead yesterday morning. The houseboy, who has been arrested, has confessed to the crime. No motive has been discovered. It is thought he was in search of valuables.

The first (shocking) chapter charts what happens immediately following the discovery of the body — a muddled confusion of white colonial types acting as judge, jury and executioner. But then the narrative takes an interesting twist and what starts off as a murder mystery becomes the story of how the woman came to live in the area several decades earlier.

The woman — Mary — was once bright, young and independent, living a relatively carefree life in the city. But then, with the clock ticking, she succumbed to social convention and got married, despite the fact she had never felt the need to have a partner and was frightened of sex (in today’s parlance we would probably describe her as “asexual”). Her husband, Dick Turner, is a struggling farmer, who whisks her away to the bush, where she is expected to live a life of rural isolation in a shabby “shack”, running the household and managing the black servant who cooks and cleans for the couple.

This is a shock to Mary’s system, a town girl used to leading a busy work and social life, who must now spend a lot of time alone, in the bush, where the heat is unbearable and her living conditions impoverished. She only sees her husband at breakfast and supper (he spends the intervening hours out in the field running the farm) and she struggles to cope with managing the houseboy, whom she abuses and treats with disdain:

She had never come into contact with natives before, as an employer on her own account. Her mother’s servants she had been forbidden to talk to; in the club she had been kind to the waiters; but the ‘native problem’ meant for her other women’s complaints of their servants at tea parties. She was afraid of them, of course. Every woman in South Africa is brought up to be. In her childhood she had been forbidden to walk out alone and when she had asked why, she had been told in the furtive, lowered, but matter-of-fact voice she associated with her mother, that they were nasty and might do horrible things to her.

Unfortunately, she can’t seem to control her temper and fires a succession of houseboys, one after the other. This frustrates Dick, who bemoans her lack of consideration and tact, and wonders if something is wrong:

What was the matter with her? With him she seemed at ease, quiet, almost maternal. With the natives she was a virago.

But this works both ways, for Mary wonders what is wrong with Dick, whom she soon realises is hopeless with money and hopeless at farming. When she sticks her nose in to help him at one stage, she reaps success, but later, for some inexplicable reason, she gives up and a deep-seated ennui sets in. This later turns into something akin to a kind of madness, which is heartbreaking — and frightening — to follow in the pages of this short novel.

Race relations

As you can probably tell, there’s a lot going on in this book (which is listed in Peter Boxall’s 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die — you can see reviews of all the other books I’ve read and reviewed from his helpful guide here). The relationship between Mary and Dick, especially as it begins to unravel over time, is intriguing and sharply observed, but it is the relationship they each have with the natives — Dick considerate, if exploitative; Mary, harsh and belittling — that makes the book such a thought-provoking read about relations between black and white.

And the mystery element of the story makes it a compelling read. Because you know from the outset that Mary meets a violent end, you’re waiting for the moment that might indicate a motivation for her murder: is it something she does or says to the houseboy? Or is it something else entirely? (I chose this book for our book group and we all had different theories — it is certainly not cut and dried.)

Finally, I can’t finish this review without mentioning Lessing’s prose style, which is simple and clean, but often dressed with quietly beautiful phrases. Indeed, I underlined so many passages in my copy, I’m only grateful it was an ebook; a paper edition might not have survived all the pen marks! This is a good example:

It was a wet, sultry morning. The sky was a tumult of discoloured clouds: it looked full of billowing dirty washing. Puddles on the pale soil held a sheen of sky.

 

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19 thoughts on “‘The Grass is Singing’ by Doris Lessing

  1. Great review Kim. This is such a powerful book, isn’t it? And I agree about Lessing’s prose – it’s deceptively simple.

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  2. I read this book yonks ago but it has stayed with me all this time . Thank you for your review which reminded me of a v important stage in my reading development .

    I’m looking forward to any Aussie reading discoveries you have made whilst ‘home ‘ !

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  3. I’ve long thought this would be a good one to re-read and you’ve just convinced me. Ive been reading a few south african writers lately and this would make an excellent title to extend that interest into next year

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  4. Super review of a wonderful book. I read it in school, and re-read it a couple of years ago. I’ve not read any other Doris Leading books though – any suggestions what I should read next? This is a book that really stays with you, I find.

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  5. I loved this novel. I remember being captured from the beginning. I tried one of her other novels but just didn’t enjoy it enough to finish it. However, your post makes we want to try more of her books.

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  6. I thought I’d only read one Lessing but I have definitely read this so that makes 2.
    I definitely enjoyed this one more than the other one (I didn’t like The Cleft at all) – enough to want to explore her work a bit more.

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  7. Great review, Kim. This has been on my list of books to read for soooo long – I really must get around to it one day. Lessing strikes me as the type of writer who speaks her mind – fearless, for want of a better word.

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  8. It’s great to discover that this novel remains powerful. I first read it thirty years ago and it led me to explore more of her work, starting with the quite different Briefing for a Descent into Hell. She remains one of my favourite writers.

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  9. Thanks for all your great comments and apologies for not responding to each one. I’m currently in outback Australia and Internet access is v limited. Indeed I’ve spent the past 2 days in Kings Canyon, which doesn’t even have a phone signal. (This review was prescheduled before I left London.)

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  10. I love Lessing, but I don’t like books on Africa or sci fi, so I’m limited to the other third of her books! She’s so perceptive on human relationships and marriages and also writes so, so beautifully, though.

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  11. What a great review Kim… I’ve heard mention of this before but none that seem to have captured both the essence & the appeal in a way that makes me instantly want to read it. Thank you, sounds like you saved me from missing a gem.

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  14. Catching up on a very big blogreading backlog, so just picking and choosing. Like many year I read this a long time ago, in the 1980s as I recollect, but it’s one of those powerful, memorable books. So many I read and while finding them good at the time, they still quietly slip away! But not this one – and part of it is the power of the story, but part too is her spare prose.

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