Negotiating Marlon James’ A Brief History of Seven Killings
is like exploring an unlit crack house at night shirtless and barefoot. At any
minute, something can jump out at you or you can witness anything from raunchy,
illicit pleasure to murder or you might simply step in fresh or old human
faeces.
The 704-page epic Jamaican tale is no easy read and, most
certainly, was no easy write. In the end, James has a Man Booker Prize for
Literature to show for his pains and Jamaica a challenging, discomfiting new
icon of high literary accomplishment.
Set in both onshore and offshore Jamaica – aka New York and
Miami - the Jamdown dialogue has the potential to challenge the uninitiated. There
is nothing affected or pretentious – no tourist rendition to earn the
comprehension of newcomers.
Violence is heaped upon violence and the sex is sprinkled
like sweet and sour escovitch on naked fish bones to the sound of Bob Marley
and the Wailers. Hard to imagine in homophobic Jamaica the “battyman” gangster
whose open secret festers and festers and is soaked in the blood of the murders
that open and close the book.
There is nothing to comfort those who see in Jamaica and its
politics the perverse romance of a socialist experiment gone wrong, a tourist
paradise or the glamour of a musical superstar worshipped far and wide. The
story of “The Singer’s” attempted murder in 1976, the famous 1978 Peace Rally
that saw a joining of hands on stage and of criminal minds off-stage and the
inter-connectedness of political warfare, drug trafficking and gang murder are
on display in gory detail.
The more knowledgeable quickly recognise the voices of
Marley, Manley and Seaga and the charred corpse of notorious gang leader, Jim “Don
Dadda” Brown (Josey Wales, to James), who epitomised the corrupting influence
of murderous drug money prior to his mysterious death by fire in a Jamaican
prison in 1992 while awaiting extradition to the United States for drug
racketeering and murder.
The veils are thin and the storylines faithful to the
original plots designed to maintain political control and, through it, criminal
turf. Or, as James challenges the reader, the other way around. In the process,
Cold War tensions arise, inviting “the Cubans” and their bombs, covert CIA
intrusion and the dishing out of guns to beat back the communist threat.
Most of the main characters epitomise the “rude boy” culture
and much of the more memorable dialogue flows at the rate of the dub poet full
of sustained fury.
“Madness,” says gang member, Bam-Bam “is walking up a good
street downtown and seeing a woman dress up in the latest fashion and wanting
to go straight up to her and grab her bag, knowing that it’s not the bag or
money that we want so much, but the scream …”
In New York, a conflicted senior gang enforcer for the Storm
Posse finds relative peace and confronts his sexuality and his fate. “Think
like a movie. This part you put on your clothes, boy wake up (but boy would be
a girl) and one of you say babe, I gotta go.”
Then there is the woman in love and awaiting a plane ticket
to the States from her white American lover. Once there, she imagines, she can
build a better future. But he is going back to his wife. She stays back in
Montego Bay. From her, the lines: “Two years since the election. Jamaica never
gets worse or better, it just finds new ways to stay the same. You can’t change
the country, but maybe you can change yourself.”
James undoubtedly deserves his place at the front of the
line; A Brief History of Seven Killings its place at the top of the region’s
literary accomplishments. The years have passed and so have elections. In what
ways, the author challenges us through a hapless lover, have things really
changed?
First published, in part, in the Trinidad and Tobago Guardian - January 14, 2016
First published, in part, in the Trinidad and Tobago Guardian - January 14, 2016