Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight

The Barnes & Noble Review
Alexandra “Bobo” Fuller’s journey crosses unchartered roads. This dazzlingly written

memoir of a young English-born girl, whose family moves to strife-torn Rhodesia in

1972, paints a canvas of a landscape few Americans will easily recognize.

The family barely scrapes by as Rhodesia is ravaged by war, then relocates to the

bleak, inhospitable landscape of Malawi and finally settles on a farm in Zambia. Along

the way, these insistent white settlers encounter an environment many might question.

Three of the five Fuller children die before the age of two; only the author and her sister Vanessa survive. Their mother struggles with fierce bouts of alcoholism and breakdowns

that ultimately are diagnosed as manic-depressive episodes. Meanwhile, their father

fights in the Rhodesian bush for months at a time.

In the tradition of other white European women before her, such as Isak Dinesen,

Bobo falls in love with an Africa she cannot be a part of and yet cannot walk away from.

“My soul has no home,” she movingly writes. “I am neither African, nor English nor am

I of the sea.”

The book may be somewhat disturbing in its politics, depending on one’s viewpoint on the

Rhodesian struggle, but as a writer, Fuller gives us a tour de force. We see, hear, and

even smell the Africa of her childhood. Ultimately, Let’s Don’t Go to the Dogs Tonight

becomes a 20th-century swan song to the long story of colonials in

Africa; in this case, told from the inside out. And as
such it makes for riveting reading. (Elena Simon)

Elena Simon lives in New York City.