Another book club read that I really didn't care for. A British family spends their life in Africa, Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, in the middle of a civil war. They are not just poor but destitute, lose children there, they just go from one misery to another, an alcoholic mother, having to sleep with a gun, teaching their children not to come to their bed at night because they might be shot accidentally, and in addition to all the violence around lots of dangerous animals everywhere. I didn't understand why they didn't go back home. They might have been poor in England, too, but they would have been safe. I would have understood it better if they would have liked their life in Africa but they didn't, they hated everything about it.
Somewhere I read a review: “'Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight' is a courageous memoir about complicated times and an equally complicated family. You may not want to know them, may even despise them at times, but you never doubt that they're real.” I agree with that. If anybody wrote this as fiction, people would say “too much imagination”.
We discussed this in our book club in May 2003.