by Alexander McCall Smith.
I know that Alexander McCall Smith is a man.
I have seen his picture on the back of the book.
But the man has spent some time with ladies. He knows how they think.
This is the hallmark of a good writer. His heroine's voice rings true.
Precious Ramotswe is a traditionally built lady.
Her tiny white van lists heavily towards the driver's side.
Funded by an inheritance from her beloved late daddy, she starts a detective agency,
solving the mystery of everyday life in Botswana.
Missing cattle. Wayward boyfriends. Stolen pumpkins.
And I love her. I really do.
I know she is not real but I would love to sit down under a mopane tree
and share a cup of bush tea with her. I thought you might enjoy a little passage
from book 7, Blue Shoes and Happiness.
She put the paper aside and marshalled her thoughts. It was all very well sitting on her veranda thinking about the problems of others, but it was getting late in the afternoon and there were things to do. In the kitchen at the back of the house there was a packet of green beans that needed to washed and chopped. There was a pumpkin that was not going to cook itself. There were onions to be put in a pan of boiling water and cooked until soft. That was part of being a woman, she thought; one never reached the end.
Even if one could sit down and drink a cup of bush tea, or even two cups, one always knew that at the end of the tea somebody was waiting for something. Children or men were waiting to be fed; a dirty floor cried out to be washed; a crumpled skirt called for the iron. And so it would continue. Tea was just a temporary solution to the cares of the world, although it certainly helped. Perhaps she should write and tell Aunty Emang that. Most problems could be diminished by the drinking of tea and the thinking through of things that coud be done while tea was being drunk. And even if that did not solve problems, at least it could put them off for a little while, which we sometimes needed to do, we really did.
So if by chance there are some problems that need pondering or
a dirty floor that needs putting off, I'm down with Precious.
You deserve a cup of tea, tsgs, you really do.
And don't forget the warm scone to go with the tea.
Because that would be wrong.