A review by serendipitysbooks
The Attic Child by Lola Jaye

challenging dark emotional reflective medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

4.0

 The Attic Child would be more accurately titled The Attic Children since the two main characters, Dikembe and Lowra, both spent lengthy periods of their childhood locked in the attic of the same house - him in the early 1900s, her in the 1970s. As an adult Lowra is promoted to investigate further and their two separate storylines come together in some unexpected ways. Given this synopsis trigger warnings for child abuse are to be expected.

What stood out for me in this story was it’s exploration of colonialism from an unexpected angle. Dikembe lived in the Congo until he was brought to England almost as a souvenir by Sir Richard Babbington, a famous explorer. Babbington insisted on changing Dikembe’s name, treated him as something of a party trick, and used him for his own ends, something Dikembe realised and silently railed about. Upon Babbington’s death Dikembe’s life worsened considerably. Taking a risk and using his own initiative he was later able to right some of the wrongs done to him and build a good life for himself in England, although it was inevitably marked by racism.

We are accustomed to looking at the impact of colonialism on the countries that were colonised, on the people who lived there. And this book does outline some of the horrific actions of Belgians in the Congo, actions that Dikembe was fortunate in missing. However, I don’t think I’ve read about colonisation through the lens of an individual removed to the country of the coloniser. And, as the author’s note makes clear, the character of Dikembe, was inspired by a real person. While Lowra’s childhood experiences are also tragic, they are much more familiar, and so didn’t carry the same impact for me. Dikembe’s story also highlighted the early history of Blacks in Britain, before the arrival of the relatively well-known Windrush generation.

From the depiction of Babbington (pompous and entitled), to the issues raised about how museums obtain, display and treat many artefacts and whose needs they are serving, the author’s barely suppressed rage at colonialism was always bubbling just below the surface. I loved that passion. 

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