Read This: Africa United

If you’ve been following me on Twitter for the last two weeks, you know that I’m a huge fan of the Ghana Black Stars, and that I was rooting hard for them to defeat Uruguay this afternoon and advance to the World Cup semifinals. (Dominic Adiyiah was robbed, and that’s all I’m going to say about that, except that I’m cheering for the Netherlands next week.) I watched the game at Papaye, a Ghanaian restaurant in the Bronx, and during the subway ride up and back, I finally had an opportunity to finish reading Africa United, a book about thirteen of Africa’s national soccer teams (but not, unfortunately, the Black Stars) and how their fates are intertwined with the various political situations.

Steve Bloomfield watches a lot of African soccer, but he also spends a lot of time talking to the local league officials, or recounting how regimes would use a team’s rising fortunes for their own propagandistic ends. (That cuts both ways, though; one of my favorite anecdotes is of a Zimbabwean protest speech that went: “Today Robert Mugabe we are showing you the red card! Get off the field Robert Mugabe!”) When you hear about something like the Ivory Coast’s football success helping to resolve tensions between the country’s warring northern and southern regions, it’s hard not to be moved. But for all its optimistic moments, I wouldn’t call this a feel-good book—Bloomfield is forthright about the politics, and about the problems that African footballers face in competing at a global level, and he’s certainly not saying that football is going to make Africa a democratic utopia. Analysis isn’t really the point, though. What matters here, what will stick with you, is the ground-level perspective on a part of the world that’s undergoing massive upheavals—political, economic, cultural—because it’s that perspective, that intimate glimpse into the lives that are being changed, that helps us understand this much better why Africa matters.

2 July 2010 | read this |

Read This: I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti

A little over a year ago, I did a feature for GalleyCat about two memoirs-with-recipes, including Giulia Melucci‘s I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti. The paperback’s just come out, “with a new chapter on Giulia’s stickiest relationship yet,” according to the cover—this turns out, though, to not be about another one of her boyfriends. I won’t spoil the surprise, so let’s just say it’s about a classic Italian dish.

Actually, I can’t resist giving just a tiny taste; one of my favorite aspects of Melucci’s memoir is their little twists—one of the best zingers from the original edition was in her notes for “unflavored pancakes” where she observed, “I would add 1 teaspoon of vanilla or a little orange zest, and you should, too, but not if you’re dating Mitch Smith”—although this new one is a bit tamer: “This sauce, like a good relationship, deepens and becomes more pleasingly complex with time.”

Now what would be even cooler is if the book gets reissued next year with an even newer chapter…

1 July 2010 | read this |