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Chronicler of the Winds: A Novel

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I had never read anything by Henning Mankell. I randomly chose Chronicler of the Winds, and it was a fantastic book. However, many will believe the opposite, and I fully understand why. On the surface it tells the grim story of Nelio, a mortally wounded ten-year-old homeless boy, shot twice in the chest and destined to die on the grubby rooftop of a bakery in Mozambique. In the nine nights he clings to life, he manages to tell everything to Jose Antonio Maria Vaz, a sympathetic and lonely baker. He tells a brutal story--murder, rape, and the lesser horrors of daily survival in the city--but in the end, the story possesses an odd feeling of hope. It changes Jose Antonio's life, and he roams the city telling Nelio's story to the wind.

Many will dislike this book for two reasons. The first involves the bits of magical realism that gradually overwhelm the plot. Nelio lives in the empty belly of an abandoned equestrian statue. He has never been beaten up by other homeless kids, appears to have curative powers, and expresses simple wisdom like an old sage. He shares his travels with an albino dwarf, then (by chance) befriends an albino toward the end of the tale. Mystical cats, healing herbs, floating spirits--not to everyone's liking.

The second reason, and for many the most damning, involves Mankell's clear attempt to "say something." I won't rant, but people tend to see any search for deeper meaning as an attempt at The Five People You Meet in Heaven, as if there can be nothing meaningful yet sincere. People either like or don't like to be given answers, and those who dislike will see Mankell as a heavy-handed dispenser of philosophy-lite. I think they miss the point. Mankell doesn't intend to give answers; he reminds you to ask the questions. Mankell's big question is this: What kind of world allows a child to die? Mankell doesn't answer this except to say that it matters. Who can argue with that? How can you not be moved when a child "forced to eat life raw" makes the simple observation, "Old people are supposed to die. Not children"? It's a question that, when handled with care, leads to a fine novel like Chronicler of the Winds.

Mankell also makes this brutal story oddly uplifting by reminding the reader that happiness, to a certain extent, comes from how you live inside more than how you live outside. I wouldn't say that Nelio enjoys his existence, but he does the most with what he has. He challenges the sorrow of his world, and while he doesn't overcome it, his gains small victories. Mankell has written a book that wallows in realistic brutality yet leaves the reader feeling moved, thankful, and oddly inspired. He earns my respect for that.

As a huge fan of Mankell's Wallander mystery series, I was curious to read this book, which is a totally different character. I found it just as brilliant and engaging as any of his other works. It is amazing how Mankell can be so talented in so many different styles of writing (I include in that statement his young adult novels and his stage plays). The Chronicler of the Wind is truly touching. It is also quite gripping, and I could hardly put the book down at night. I recommend this book for everyone, from teenagers to seniors. If you like this one, also check out Mankell's other African novels, Secrets in the Fire and Playing With Fire.

What could be more intriguing than a quasi-mystical novel about street children in Mozambique written by the "world famous" Swedish author of the Kurt Wallander mystery series? No less one that cites Voltaire's irrepressible Candide that, "If this is the best of all possible worlds, what must the others be like?" In CHRONICLER OF THE WINDS, author Henning Mankell has crafted a story of modern Africa: a whirlwind of genocidal violence, superstition, medicine women, albinos, and ineffectual Western do-gooders. At their center, a band of impoverished orphans, surviving together in a large coastal city by their wits alone, led by a charismatic and preternaturally wise 10-year-old named Nelio.

The story's narrator is a skillful but world-weary baker named Jose Antonio Maria Vaz, a lonely bachelor surrounded by "enticing" bread counter girls and a new dough mixer named Maria prone to wearing "gauzy" dresses. Jose Vaz works in the dead of night, preparing the next day's breads for sale. His quiet nighttime world is interrupted one night by a gunshot in the attached theater where the elderly bakery owner, Dona Esmerelda, tries with comic futility to stage an allegorical play about a pack of elephants with religious problems. Vaz rushes to the theater to investigate the noise, only to discover the boy Nelio lying alone on the stage, in the spotlight, in a pool of his own blood. Vaz takes the boy up onto the roof for some fresh air and what modest medical attentions he can deliver, but the boy steadfastly refuses to be taken to the hospital. Instead, he begins telling his life story, a journey through the underside of African life that lasts nine nights and ineradicably changes Jose Vaz's life.

The beginning of Nelio's autobiographical account is extraordinarily powerful, giving us harrowing scenes of genocidal fury in the boy's native village. Mankell's writing here is shocking and breathtaking in its violent directness, calling to mind both Uzodinma Iweala's recent BEASTS OF NO NATION and the devastating title scene in Nazi Germany from SOPHIE'S CHOICE. Nelio next meets an albino dwarf named Yabu Bata who serves as temporary mentor and guide to the next stage of his life. The remaining seven days of Nelio's narrative describe how he made his way to the big city, found a mysterious home, and rose to be the leader of a small band of street children.

Regretably, it is in the big city that Mankell's tale loses its power. Nelio lives a charmed life for an nine- or ten-year-old. He not only avoids being beaten up, he is perceived to be a mystic healer who manages his way out of the limelight so successfully that Mankell quickly drops that story line altogether. Instead, Nelio takes on the aura of an ascetic, a sort of secular monk holy and wise beyond his years who is prone to such statements about dying as, "It's not that I'm afraid of being forgotten...It's so that the rest of you won't forget who you are."

As the dying Nelio recounts his life story on the rooftop to his newfound apostle, Jose Vaz, the boy's gang of street kids begins to sound increasingly like Spanky and the Little Rascals, with the surprise appearance in the all-boy gang by a girl named Deolinda (the gang's version of the Little Rascals' Darla). There's Mandioca, from whose oversized pockets of dirt plants appear to grow, quick-tempered Nascimento, slow-witted Tristeza, abused Pecado, and the youngest, the one-armed Alberto Bomba. Street life for this group is not a struggle against hunger and the elements, not a constant battle to control their turf against other gangs, not a constant conflict with the local gendarmes. Rather, the boys spend their time playing pranks, infiltrating the city's largest department store in the dead of night just to move objects around. They similarly invade a tourist hotel, the parliament building, an ultimately the Presidential Palace (where they see the President naked and leave a dead lizard on his night table). When Alfredo Bomba contracts a fatal illness, Nelio arranges for the gang to grant the dying boy his last wish by staging a surreptitious nighttime play in the theater behind Jose Vaz's bakery, complete with costumes, scenery, and sound effects.

As Nelio slowly recounts his all-too-brief life story, Jose Vaz experiences a life-altering epiphany suggestive of his having sat beside a child Buddha or the boy Jesus. Granted that the young Nelio evidences remarkable nobility of spirit and caring for others despite the horrors of his life. Nevertheless, the tale he tells of his gang's mischievous escapades and his careful shepherding of his group's welfare hardly seems to justify Vaz's radical transformation. On balance, CHRONICLER OF THE WINDS is an engaging story easily digested, but the plot lacks the power of Iweala's BEAST OF NO NATION and comes to a rather overwrought conclusion.

I've read and enjoyed a number of Mankell's books, primarily those with Wallendar as the lead character. This was totally different. I found the book interesting from that perspective and a good deal of that was out of respect for Mankell per how his creative thoughts materialize. Truly amazing.

However, in a review of this book, I would expect the enjoyment or lack of enjoyment for the reader would be similar to that in review of a play. It may not be "good" or "bad" but more significantly dependent on the readers' tastes.

I did have challenges "getting into the book" to the point where I wondered if I would finish it - for about the first 25 pages. Once I passed that point, I found the book sufficiently interesting to finish it. There are many elements of fantasy in the book which is not an aspect of writing that I enjoy nor would I seek out. That is definitely a personal preference factor but contributed to my lower rating. Overall, in my view, does it match the emphasis of the words in the formal reviews on the back cover ? No. Is it a story with a different theme and a different ending and a "decent read"? Yes.

I was surprised at the compassion K.W wrote this story...It was very moving . the first 20 or such pages , i had my doubts, but by the time the book was finished, its one i will never forget.
agreat story and very well written

I am a fan of the Wallander mysteries but, as a whole, I like Mankell's non-mysteries better. Mankell certainly has interesting main characters and this is not an exception!

Jose Antonio Maria Vaz, a former baker, has now become a beggar waiting for the world to end in a poor African country, ever since he met Nelio, a street boy, and heard his tale. Nelio was shot in the theatre below the bakery where Jose works. Jose rescued him and tended to his wounds on the roof of the bakery until he died and then, following Nelio's wish, burned his body in the bakery's oven.
Now Jose is about to tell Nelio's story exactly as he heard it during nine consecutive nights. Jose is thus the only person to know Nelio's sad tale. He calls himself the Chronicler of the Winds because the tale he is about to tell, only the winds from the sea will ever hear it.
A rich and heartbreaking novel filled with moving characters and a plot which teaches us a lot about friendship, poverty and above all else solitude.

I obtained this book on interlibrary loan thinking it might be a Kurt Wallender story. I read the whole thing, but it was a chore. Maybe I'm not sympathetic enough, but I was not ready for the unrelieved grimness. I have to admit the writing was admirable for what the author was trying to do, but I would not recommend this book for entertainment.

Didn't care for the writing or was it the translations fault? Whatever it didn't draw me in. Gave up on page 31. Sorry