I just finished reading Naledi His love.
( From the Hlomu Series… Which I honestly think, it should have been titled as “The Saga of Zulu Brothers, Or The Zulu Series, Or the chronicles of being a Zulu or the Zulu Paper or… well you get where I am going with that… )
I must say, It’s not puzzling why people are so drawn and immensely addicted to this book series. It’s full of drama, full of suspense, full of thriller, full of romance, full of killings and tragedies, full of dialogue.
Full off, Full off!!! these full offs can go for forever…
It is just packed with things to be gobsmacked by.
This series is written by…
Well… you all know but incase the name slipped your mind.
It was written by the gorgeous, talented Dudu Busani Dube. First of all I am so inspired by the hard work, the drive and courage but also for the author to see a gab to write like this, she might have not known it then but she has incited people who don’t read to read because of these books and its hype.
The hype got me as well.. my Facebook could not stop letting me know about the Hlomu Series…
For two years, I was wondering how will I get my hands on that book because everyone is talking about it, once I saw a car guard reading the book.
That is a dream come true, surely I guess that was her target market. The book is some kind of a pill, you can’t put it down for some reason except when your eyes decline that you own them.
The Author did well for her self, the readership is doing well ,really climbing the ladder. I guess that is what we want as writers isn’t for people to buy books and read them, for the general public to tweet about them.
However, I am somewhat part of niche audience, also I presume I am not part of the lot that is halala haleleya about the book.
I was really in question with the book. The book shocked me to my knees, few times… no wait plenty of times actually. I had to ask my-self, is this a grammar mistake, or typos or intentional? Konje, why am I in her brain? Is she writing a book herself that is why I am in her brain and not the others? Who ’s POV is it ? What is the author trying say here, that does not make sense, where am I now? Who is this ? Who is this ? Where are we in the book? Did I jump? Let me go back. Page. page, page…Why do they talk so much? Who’s point of view is it again?
Tjeer!! I needed coffee.
As a reader, I felt I was ignored, you know when you meet two people and they so submerge in their conversation, even finishing each other sentences and a second later the person turns to you and says “Oh that happened because——“ and you there standing not being included looking like overstayed the visit in your own bloody house.
Yep!! That’s how I feel with Hlomu The series.
You might ask yourself why I kept reading, if I felt that way, well for few certain reasons. I will let you know them just now, hold on, I am doing the talking (R. Kelly vibes)
Haibo, as I was saying they talk and talk and talk… then I thought please I am the reader show me what you see, what you smell, what you feel (The five sense…) then
I thought oh no wait this is a play not novel. This could be a perfect play.
Then I started thinking like playwright to get through the book. Luckily I was able to finish the book.
(This book, if it gets picked up as tv series, it could make the screenwriter’s job marvellously easy, in fact the author has done a great job for them, the only left to do is to story line it because the beats are sort of clear.)
Ms Dudu, crafted abeautiful midpoint climaxes and and plot points, some choices in the book were not strong enough or convincing enough at least not for me rather.
For example like when Nkosana forgot the letter that got everyone especially Zandile and Naledi into spiral mode, that midpoint climax really pushed the tension of the story and pace to be faster, from page 312 ziyabuya baba!! I my self I got excited.but the excited was not long lived.
Therefore my question would be how come such family as the Zulus especially Hlomu who seems to be the protector let the letter slip away that easily, how come, the family did not burn the letter immediately? That moment of Zandile finding out the letter could have been the peak of the climax but it was not convincing enough.
The pace was going and then it became redundant again, condensing the moment. In the middle of the read, I thought the protagonist was not consistent, when she found out that her father killed her ex lover…
That moment! that moment! that moment! You think kwashuba! Zamshubela! kodwa dololo. Suddenly within a page of read, she has a change of heart to quickly I would say- to easy I would think.
That moment… Could have been an excellent plot climax…her father is a killer. The chief has killed…
Damn! Telenovela ngikutshela wena!
It was just to easy for the character to let that moment slide like that… that’s what I mean.
Here is the reason why I kept reading…
I gravitate a lot to black excellence… and no matter what I am going to say now about this book; Ms Dudu is a force to be reckon with.
The author can really write dialogue. She crafts with clear understanding of her characters, they are really believable and funny characters hands down! And page 458 is beautifully written, I just wish the whole book carried that kind of motion. The character lets you inside her, smoothly under the suspense.
To be more critical though!!!
Please don’t shoot me… Ms Dudu when you end up reading my two cent thoughts… three cents!!!
The narrative is adoptive, easily diverges to colloquial form, which makes a reader gravitate towards the character’s vivacity and consistency. Personally I needed to milk something out of it… I wanted to see how she writes. “Black excellence neh”
Although, I find the book dissatisfying the narrative, contained frequent repetitions and I ended up being bored. The writing, not the story lacked colour. I opted for more balance between dialogue ,action, and description. I could not stomach the annoyance of the characters, they were too talkative, (Wena Owabona umuntu oyisicefe, ngoba unembebe enkulu).
The book lacked emotional build up, as a writer, I don’t think I can write LIKE that, I am more of building the world and making it more visual for the reader. I don’t know where they were, the characters in the book. I cannot remember actually.
I had to google, maserati (I thought, the character named the car maserati but google told me either wise) But I feel if she would have played with senses I would have known what Maserati is!!!! or am I just slow?
Yes, the author broke the rules and I fall easily for the rules, me and rules are like. . . Bridget Jones and her Diary.
I think the breaking of rules was brave, it is clear that she knew the rules and the fundamentals of writing a novel, however I do wish she took time in editing.
There is no rule or whats so ever when it comes to breaking editing. I feel robbed actually when I find a misspelled word or grammatical error in a published book. Self published or not! I think if this book goes for another print, she must partner with an editor. I know great editors that are not expensive.
The book needs some serious editing phase please!!!
On the real.
Ngicela sibuyele kwi editing… dankie, ngiyabonga.