On the day Prof Wole
Soyinka marked his 80th birthday in Nigeria, precisely July 13, 2014, another African great writer,
Nadine Gordimer, of South Africa who was also a Nobel laureate in Literature, died
at the age of 90.
According to Family
source, Gordimer, who won the literature prize in 1991, died peacefully in her
sleep, in Johannesburg.
Gordimer
was born November 20, 1923 in Johannesburg. Her early interest in racial
and economic inequality in South Africa was shaped in part by her parents.
The Swedish Academy speech in 1991
Your Majesties, Your
Royal Highnesses, Ladies and Gentlemen,
Art is on the side of the oppressed,
Nadine Gordimer says in one of her essays, urging us to think before we dismiss
this heretical idea about the freedom of art. If art is freedom, she asks, how
could it exist within the oppressors?
Nadine Gordimer
agrees with last year's Laureate, Octavio Paz,
in asserting the importance of regaining the meanings of words, as a first step
in the critical process. She has had the courage to write as if censorship did
not exist, and so has seen her books banned, time after time.
Above all, it is
people, individual men and women, that have captured her and been captured by
her. It is their lives, their heaven and hell, that absorb her. The outer
reality is ever present, but it is through her characters that the whole
historical process is crystallized.
Conveying to the
reader a powerful sense of authenticity, and with wide human relevance, she
makes visible the extremely complicated and utterly inhuman living conditions
in the world of racial segregation. She feels political responsibility, and
does not shy away from its consequences, but will not allow it to affect her as
a writer: her texts are not agitatorial, not progandistic. Still, her works and
the deep insights she offers contribute to shaping reality.
In one of her great
novels we meet Maureen, the stronger of husband and wife in a family who, with
the help of their boy, have fled the fighting, taking refuge in a hut in his
native village. Here, gradually, the strains on their mode of life, language
and everyday relations become unbearable. One day Maureen notices a helicopter
landing. She does not know whether it brings friends or enemies but, stricken
with unspeakable horror, she instinctively leaves the hut and starts running
towards the sound. She runs ever faster and more frantically. She runs with all
the suppressed trust of a lifetime. She runs for her survival, the enemy of all
responsibility.
This is the closing
scene of the novel. Were there still possibilities ahead of her? Or was this
the very end? To Maureen and what she stands for, the future appears to hold
out the opposite of utopia, a dystopia. This is not Nadine Gordimer's only
vision, but it is one which she has found it necessary to give expression to.
In this way, artistry
and morality fuse.
People are more
important than principles.
A truly living human being cannot remain neutral.
No
one is in possession of all goodness, and no one has a monopoly of evil.
Irony
does not need any prompting.
Children who meet, gladly meet halfway.
The power
of love makes the mountain tremble.
Thoughts and
impressions such as these are called forth by novels like A Guest of Honour,
The Conservationist, Burger's Daughter, July's People, and My Son's
Story. However, in a manner as absorbing as in her novels, Nadine Gordimer
develops her penetrating depiction of character, her compassion and her powers
of precise wording in her short stories, in collections like Six Feet of the
Country and, as yet untranslated, A Soldier's Embrace and Something
Out There.
Your Majesties,
Your Royal Highnesses, Ladies and Gentlemen, it is remarkable how often Nadine
Gordimer succeeds in her artistic intent - to burn a hole through the page.
Dear Miss Gordimer,
Ninety
years ago, the prize citation mentioned "the qualities of both heart and
intellect". Indeed, these words apply no less today when the Swedish
Academy points to the Nobelian concept of outstanding literary achievement as
an important means of conferring benefit on mankind, in terms of human value
and freedom of speech. It is my privilege and pleasure, on behalf of the
Swedish Academy, to convey to you the warmest congratulations on the Nobel
Prize in Literature 1991 and to invite you to receive the Prize from the hands
of His Majesty the King.
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