A GIRL FROM ZANZIBAR
"I understand now why Moore College wanted me. I satisfied all their quotas: woman, Asian, African, Arab, European, black, brown, person of color. I am the perfect package because I am not like them. On the forms they sent off to government a place was, after all, waiting for me. Was there a box for ex-convicts that they might also have checked?"
WHY isn’t that Iraqi doctor practicing medicine? Why is he running a popular cafe in London’s Bayswater district?
He must be a political refugee, like most of the characters in this timely, entertaining novel about postcolonial migrants trying to survive in Margaret Thatcher’s Britain.
The slight time warp adds extra ironies. In mid-1980’s London, privatization is still a shocking new tactic. Applied to public housing, it brings windfalls for a few and homelessness for many. AIDS has struck but not yet been identified.
The British and the Americans connive with Pakistan’s attempts to obtain weapons of mass destruction, the deal financed by a shady international banking network and brokered by a steely Pakistani mercenary whom the Americans invite to train the Nicaraguan contras. He turns them down: he has bigger fish to fry.
These alarming events are filtered through the mind of the title character in Roger King’s fourth novel, ”A Girl From Zanzibar”—a naïve, ambitious and beautiful young illegal immigrant. Marcella D’Souza is a wonderful invention, a latter-day Candide, an East African on a picaresque voyage of discovery. Her creator specializes in close-up, intimate views of the global economy: the meetings in overheated rooms where the haves decide the fates of the have-nots. He’s been in those rooms. As an agricultural economist, he worked for United Nations agencies in Asia and Africa. These days, he lives and teaches in western Massachusetts….
There is no safe haven, this brilliantly prescient novel suggests, and nothing to hold onto. For better or worse, we are all migrants now.
—SUZANNE RUTA in THE NEW YORK TIMES