Hairdresser of Harare

Always so many books to read, and here is another. I’m adding ‘Hairdresser of Harare’ by Tendai Huchu on the basis of Brian Chikwava’s review [author of ‘Harare North’] and because I like the idea that “story beginnings are promises”. Besides, despite Mugabe and all the violence, there is something endearing about Harare, possibly because I have wonderful memories of craziness during my time there – a time before the sinking. Here is Brian’s “blurb”

“…a subtle and refreshing story of life in contemporary Harare…a novel of morality, prejudice and ambition told with humour and tragedy.”

And the rest by Wealth of Ideas ….

Refreshing, yes, because as I started reading it, I turn the coffee brewer on, but I have since forgotten about the coffee (although I just now remembered). The humour had immediate appeal and even in chapter one (especially in chapter one) I already see traces of tragedy in simple pronouncements as these:

“There is one secret to being a successful hairdresser…’Your client should leave the salon feeling like a white woman’. Not Coloured, Not Indian, not Chinese.”

Story beginnings are promises, and as the first chapter ends, the narrator, someone with dreams and ambitions, says, “Suddenly we had a vacancy. Little did I know that this little twist of fate would cost me my crown.” So now I want to know how this happened. And the why of it all.

And if you havent yet read Harare North…..