Search for your favourite author or book

An Imperfect Blessing

ISBN 
9781415207697
Format 
Trade Paperback
Recommended Price 
R290.00
Published 
April 2014
About the book: 
It is 1993. South Africa is on the brink of total transformation and in Walmer Estate, a busy suburb on the slopes of Devil’s Peak, fourteen-year-old Alia Dawood is about to undergo a transformation of her own. She watches with fascination and fear as the national drama unfolds, longing to be a part of what she knows to be history in the making. As her revolutionary aspirations strengthen in the months before the elections, her intense, radical Uncle Waleed reappears, forcing her parents and sister Nasreen to confront his subversive and dangerous past.
 
Nadia David’s first novel moves across generations and communities, through the suburbs to the city centre, from the lush gardens of private schools to the dingy bars of Observatory, from landmark mosques and churches to the manic procession of the Cape Carnival, through evictions, rebellions, political assassinations and first loves. The book places one family’s story at the heart of a country’s rebirth and interrogates issues of faith, race, belonging and freedom.
 
An Imperfect Blessing is a vibrant, funny and moving debut.
Listing 
About the Author

Nadia Davids is an award-winning writer who works across a range of forms: plays, articles, short stories and screenplays. Her theatre works, including the well-known At Her Feet and Cissie, have been staged in South Africa and abroad and her writing has appeared in various newspapers and short-story anthologies. She lives between London and Cape Town. An Imperfect Blessing is her first novel.

Photograph credit: John Gutierrez.

Others also viewed

Twintig jaar lank wag Ester Gelderblom al vir ’n huis. In Oudtshoorn se snerpende winter...
From a Natal boarding school in the seventies and Soviet spies in London in the eighties to the...
Toe Maryke, ’n jong hipnoterapeut, ’n kwak wat gehore kamma hipnotiseer probeer...
“Jy is te naby aan die water,” fluister Paul. “Babers slaap in die modder. Hulle...