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Kapuscinski is an adroit storyteller. One can imagine him mesmerizing the tipsy crowd in a smoky bar of a third-world Hilton with his renditions of foreign-correspondent adventures: reaching the island of Zanzibar at the time of the coup, gaining access to the important people in Ghana in 1957, narrowly escaping an encounter with a lethal cobra. He seems to have also mesmerized the editors of Granta, The New Yorker, and The New York Review of Books, which all published lengthy excerpts from his book, oblivious to or uninterested in the underlying proto-racist essentialism that ultimately casts a shadow on The Shadow of the Sun.
Kapuscinski's stated ambition is not to write "a book about Africa, but rather about some people from there." He is careful to say that Africa is "too large to describe," adding, "Only with the greatest simplification . . . can we say 'Africa.' In reality, except as a geographical appellation, Africa does not exist." In an early chapter entitled "The Structure of the Clan," Kapuscinski acknowledges that "in all of Africa, each larger social group has its own distinct culture," which is why "anthropologists never speak of 'African culture' or 'African religion,' knowing that . . . the essence of Africa is its endless variety."
But Kapuscinski is no anthropologist. In the face of his own feeble disclaimers, he quickly plunges into making generalizations about "the African." For example, "The European and the African have an entirely different concept of time," he announces early on. Africa might not be a single conceptual unit, but "the African" somehow is. "Let us remember"he writes"that fear of revenge is deeply rooted in the African mentality." "The African" to Kapuscinski seems transcendental and transhistorical, even when he acknowledges the horrors of the slave trade, which "on the psyche of the African . . . left the deepest and most painfully permanent scar: the inferiority complex."
"The African mind" is largely defined by its difference from "the European mind," a difference that has metaphysical consequences: "In Africa, the [Christian] notion of metaphysical, abstract evilevil in and of itselfdoes not exist." The difference is deeply rooted and practically unalterable: Kapuscinski seems to agree with an "elderly Englishman," a longtime resident of Addis Ababa who believes "the strength of Europe and its culture . . . lies in its bent for criticism. . . . Other cultures do not have this critical spirit. . . . [They are] uncritical in relation to themselves . . . [laying] the blame for all that is evil on others." "They are," seethes the elderly Englishmen, "culturally, permanently, structurally incapable of progress, incapable of engendering within themselves the will to transform and evolve." For Kapuscinski, as for the Englishman, the real difference and disparity between races is in "the mind," rather than skin colorhe fumes against the racism absurdly based on skin color, and would probably be shocked if told that his obsessive listing of essential differences is essentially racist.
In Kapuscinski's book, the Africans"they" from the Englishman's rantconsist of crazed dictators, like Idi Amin and Charles Taylor, and, on the other hand, of simple people, like the truck driver Salim and Madame Diuf, who are patronizingly admired for being ordinary and keeping up their spirits in the hell of Africa. Africa is an utterly hopeless place: Apart from his early encounters with Nkrumah and his idealistic followerswhose ideals are clearly betrayed later onKapuscinski, in forty-some years, does not come across one African who has any kind of social project, who has produced anything of civic value: There are no writers, no musicians, no artists, no intellectuals, virtually no one interested in anything other than power or surviving. Africa, Kapuscinski suggests, is still the "open sore of the world," as it is described on the tomb of David Livingstone, who opened the door for the continent's colonization.