“with a sprawling cast that springs from Zambia, England and Italy. Like the river itself, the narrative drifts and wanders, swirls and eddies, then changes pace as it moves towards that vast precipice, converging for the final spill. I wondered if it was because I read it over the course of a month, but reading weekly commentary in the ReadAlong group discussing the book, it seems many had a similar issue with the change of pace and narrative direction of the latter part of the novel.

In an interview the author when asked about this genre crossing responded that “these collisions are at the heart of the creative process.” I enjoyed the first two sections and though I was forewarned that the ending was going to cross genre, it felt somewhat disconnected to the earlier sections and I found myself reluctant to pick it up at times. While reading a section I could hold on to who the characters were however as the sections changed it was often necessary to refer back to the family tree. It felt comforting to be reading inside this known framework, (for such a vast book), so while there were many characters, these women orient the reader. I enjoyed reading the first part of Sibilla and Agnes and I liked that the chapters were structured that way, that we were reading of the three grandmothers, that we knew this ahead of time. Its a novel that also crosses genre beginning in a colonial era with European settlers, and the women they brought with them, the secrets they kept, the way they live, what is expected of them. Zambezi River at the junction of Namibia, Zambia, Zimbabwe and Botswana It is a sprawling saga by nature of crossing that many generations, though the stories narrow and overlap by the time it comes to the children, the differences between them nothing like the generations before them.

The Grandmothers, The Mothers, The Children. Split into three sections, within which there are three characters in each, from three parts of a family tree. “This is the story of a nation - not a kingdom or people - so it begins, of course, with a white man.” Here there was an old colonial settlement that came to be known as The Old Drift and an old drifter caught up in an event that sets off the intertwined narrative. It begins near the infamous Victoria Falls in an area five miles above the Falls on the banks of the Zambezi River, where it’s deepest and narrowest and easiest for ‘drifting’ a body across the other side. The novel is book-ended by brief chapters entitled The Falls and The Dam. It is a vast tome, that traverses generations and continents, though the thing that connects them all is the country Zambia. I read this over a period of four weeks in a group read along in July.

The old drift