Sunday, May 1, 2011

Nervous Conditions, part 1

Nervous Conditions, by Tsitsi Dangarembga, follows a girl named Tambu. The novel opens with the revolting statement, "I was not sorry when my brother died," and from there on it becomes quite apparent to the reader that Tambu's life is what we would describe as "jacked up." Now, that isn't to say that her life was backwards simply because she grew up in much different conditions - she was relatively happy with her daily routine of working in the fields, carrying water from the river to her family's home, and eating sadza day after day. It's fairer to say that the reason that Tambu's life was so hectic was because of outside pressures that seemed to systematically tear her from her ambitions. She has only one real mission in life, that being to attend school and attain the affluence and knowledge that comes from having a university education. Every step she takes toward realizing this dream, however, she meets resistance in unique, sometimes even disturbing ways.

When you boil everything down, Nervous Conditions is basically about a girl growing up, trying to live her dream of getting an education, seeing the harsh reality of everything that comes with that dream, but still boldly, if not blindly, chasing after that final goal. Think Ziggy Stardust, except without the drug use and if David Bowie lived in a society where he inherently wasn't allowed to succeed at anything. So Tambu tries with all of her might, and with her hard work in conjunction with a great bit of luck, she manages to go under her uncle's wing and attend his private school, and this is where things start getting really strange for Tambu. She's thrust into a world where everything is foreign yet awe-inspiring. This is the part of the book where I really started to feel like I could be in her shoes, that single, defining moment of "Oh my God, I have no idea what I'm doing here." She walks into her uncle's home and is nearly dumbstruck by the sheer amount of technology that she finds; things that we find in nearly every building in America and take complete advantage of, things like running water and ammonia cleaners. But her experience of it, her complete innocence of all things we consider basic amenities and the fact that she was almost floored by them is really an amazing bit of psychology at work. Although her old way of life kept her plenty happy and alive for the first 13 years, it only takes a few short months within this new, coddling environment to make her wish to never go back. This speaks volumes about our society, where we think the next thing Steve Jobs craps out is something we can't live without, yet experiences like Tambu's likely happen every day. And the scariest part is, just like Tambu, we grow so accustomed to this new, easier life that an honest living with stupid things like "manual labor" just seem backwards. It's an important question of whether we are progressing or actively regressing through our dependency on technology, but that's a philosophical question and I'm a physical therapist major. Apples and oranges, you know.

So, moving on, Tambu also experiences a major dilemma within her relationship with her cousin. As was stated in class, Nervous Conditions can be viewed as a semi-autobiographical novel, with the author's personality fairly evenly split between these two foiling girls, Nyasha and Tambu. While Tambu actively searches for higher meaning through concrete goals and institution, Nyasha actively rejects every goal suggested to her and tries to, more or less, tear everything down and just be her own person at whatever the cost. Tambu studies while Nyasha smokes cigarettes. Tambu goes inside when commanded and Nyasha stays outside and dances in a dress that barely covers her bits and pieces. Apples and oranges. The beautiful thing, though, is the fact that they both see through all the B.S. that their respective families have dumped onto them and find serious comraderie in their personal battles for a life worth fighting for. So even though Nyasha isn't exactly a good influence on Tambu, Tambu would give nearly anything to see Nyasha safe and happy, and this type of symbiotic love is something I think we can all relate to. I'm also excited to see how their relationship grows and mutates into either a huge hindrance or the most crucial step in Tambu's success in school and life in general. Personally, I'd like to see both of them lose the chains that bind them to their families, because that's when their true potential would have to come out.

From the pressure of her parents telling her she will only fail to the shackles that come simply with being a female in patriarchal Zimbabwe, Tambu's struggle is one that all of her followers can relate to, and possibly even to feel humbled by. Nervous Conditions raises many a good question about the implications of introducing technology to people that haven't needed it up until the moment they saw it, and I'm sure I'll be navel-gazing over this one for a while. I guess I have to leave this blog post in a "to be continued" state for now, because at only halfway through, I don't really know where to expect this novel to go next.

2 comments:

  1. I think physical therapy is right in line with all this. Technology is always easier for recovery. In pain, just give 'em drugs, not physical therapy that hurts on the way to healing! Why not just wear a brace rather than strengthen the quads to support the knee? And on and on. Technology is a mixed blessing, and the implications of the wealth and education that have to come with it are sobering. There are missionaries in South America that offer flashlights to the local people, and then when the batteries die, the locals have to come to church to get more batteries. The batteries are more persuasive than the gospel.

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  2. Wow. You know, I'm way more of a dirty hippie than I thought. You nailed the point on pills being the "fast track" to healing, and that's a major part of the reason I wanted to go into the proven-yet-still-holistic medicine that is physical therapy. I was out running the other day, and the thought lingered in my mind that science is beginning to truly replace religion in the industrialized world (yeah, running is me time, hahah). God is a nice thought and going to church makes you look like a good person, but damn, that large hadron collider we made can find a GOD PARTICLE! It's amazing how much trust we still put into highly advanced tea leaves and tarot cards. Hell, I'm throwing some chicken bones to find out how well I'll do on my midterm right now.

    Anyway, thanks for the comment. Great food for thought : )

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