50 are met years after the assassination of Patrice Lumunba, leader of the independence of Congo. This anniversary was noted by the press, can be a good time to reread or discover this extraordinary novel is poisoned Bible (ed. in Castilian in Vertical Pocket, ed. Norma, 2008). While political figure of Lumunba it appears marginally, the portrait of the Belgian Congo in the process of decolonization is truly masterful. This major work of American writer Barbara Kingsolver, is told from five different perspectives: those of a woman and her four daughters under a householder tyrannical, obsessed evangelist Christianize the native populations. The story, which attracts and traps along all the pages of the book, featuring the perfect combination of intrigue, poetic prose, humor, a fine psychological analysis, the irony, the ethical-political, the complaint colonial exploitation and criticism the ethnocentric bias and economic and religious roots of the destruction of African Wildlife. As one of his characters: "We had no other purpose than to dominate other creatures on earth that wound. And so we landed in a place still half-formed thought, where only darkness moved upon the face of the waters. "
Having lived in Africa during his childhood and training to be a biologist, Barbara Kingsolver is in a unique position to make the ecosystem more than a simple scenario. She describes her secret and complex beauty in passages like this that I choose to end input and invite you to (re) reading: "First I see the forest. I want to be his conscience, the eyes in the trees. The trees are columns of slick and colorful bark like muscular animals that have grown beyond all measure. It's full of life: delicate, poisonous frogs war paint, like skeletons, seized in copulation, secreting their precious eggs onto dripping leaves. Vines that strangle each other in the eternal struggle for sunlight. The breathing of monkeys. It slides along a branch of a snake's belly. An army of ants in a row India crushes a giant tree in uniform grains and dragged into the darkness where he lives his voracious queen. And in response, a chorus of young plants looming between strains rotten neck, pulling life from death. This forest eats itself and lives forever. "
About the circumstances of the death of Patrice Lumunba, see the newspaper article itching Public here
