Before I Forget
A Novel
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- $16.99
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- $16.99
Publisher Description
An unforgettable story of a man's reflection on the a spent loving and the last great love of his life.
Chris Minaar is a distinguished South African writer who has lost his gift for the word. That is, until, he meets Rachel, a woman destined to become the great love of his life, a love greater for being unfulfilled.
Before I Forget is the final act of Chris's creative life; it is the coming together of all the chaotic pieces of his existence. It is much more than the story of how he met Rachel; it is the story of his life and his lifetime of loves. There are brief affairs, extended affairs, even a marriage and in all of them we find Chris retelling his joys and pains in such a way that they move us to tears and beyond.
Erotic, searingly honest, and a profoundly moving novel, this is the history of a life set against the history of a nation and, more than anything, a tribute to lost lovers and our very ability to love at all.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Chris Minnaar is a South African novelist who recounts his many loves in this long, melancholy second-person confession to his dead friend and would-be lover, Rachel. Born to privilege in a wealthy Afrikaner family, Chris is seduced when he is eight by an older cousin, beginning the string of encounters about 20 that stretch over 70 years and make up the bulk of the book. Chris begins his adult life as a lawyer, but abandons that career when his first novel becomes a sensation. His recounted amorous adventures are interrupted by family scenes (overbearing father dies early; mother eventually suffers from dementia) and by the good times he has with Rachel (whom he loves but doesn't bed) and her photojournalist husband, George. The trio discuss opera, fine wines, art, literature, gourmet cooking and very little politics, the one topic that hangs over the novel like an invisible cloud. Although South African novelist Brink (A Dry White Season) is a master stylist, Chris's encounters they meet, they bed, they part become tedious. The sex scenes are more clinical than erotic, and after a while one senses the strain of coming up with a new attribute to distinguish each successive lover from the rest.
