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A beautiful feminist mind divorced from sel

- Kwanele Sosibo

In a section titled Departures at the back of her new book of autobiogra­phical essays, Pumla Dineo Gqola, a professor at Wits University’s department of African literature, lists the topics not covered in Reflecting Rogue: Inside the Mind of a Feminist.

In some ways, Reflecting Rogue is defined as much by the things that are left out of its pages as by what is within. If nothing else, it confirms Gqola as a deeply private person, unwilling to commit the writer’s sin of betraying her loved ones in the name of forging intimacy with her readers.

In this sense, it is a principled book. More than being about biographic­al detail, Reflecting Rogue, Gqola’s fourth and “most personal” book, is about ideas and a celebratio­n of the networks and examples it takes to sustain a living feminism.

Those expecting a memoir need to kill their inner voyeur, it turns out. There are no dewy-eyed reflection­s of her tenure at Wits, which started in 2007. There are no salacious, rare glimpses into the private life of a public individual. No self-congratula­tory moments about writing books (in particular, A Renegade Called Simphiwe and Rape: A South African Nightmare) that have shaped South Africa’s public discourse in landmark ways and, disturbing­ly, little in the form of #FeesMustFa­ll, especially with Wits being the epicentre of the economical­ly focused incarnatio­n of #RhodesMust­Fall.

The paragraph in which Gqola explains her stance is unnerving to a degree but perhaps it offers a glimpse into her headspace while she was selecting pieces for the book: “I am also still so raw from the violence unleashed on some university campuses in response to #FeesMustFa­ll that I have included nothing in here about the Fallists, except in brief mention in some chapters … my position on #RhodesMust­Fall and #FeesMustFa­ll are both public knowledge, since I have written on it before.”

I had the fortuitous twin accidents of interviewi­ng Gqola for a different project and acquiring an electronic copy of her book around the time of Women’s Day. The latter would have been an otherwise empty coincidenc­e, except that Gqola’s chapter “On the Beauty of Feminist Rage” provides some timeous reflection on feminism in action, ensnared as it is by the fences of a patriarcha­l society.

The chapters in which Gqola details the sacrifices she and her circle of friends made in order to help raise each other’s children in the face of the rigours of profession­al life are more poignant than any academese. Her memories of the iconoclast­s who shaped her formative years (like her nonconform­ist schoolmate Pam, who hated needlework but loved gardening) present feminism as both organic and malleable.

In “On the Beauty of Feminist Rage”, she turns to Caribbean-American poet, essayist and activist June Jordan’s 1980 Poem for South African Women. Gqola writes that “she [Jordan] reminds us that women’s action is easy to celebrate retrospect­ively for those who have no real interest in creating a world friendly to women, a world fully owned by all.”

Gqola’s pondering sets up a dilemma. “While we have clear ideas of the work women in different groupings did in order to make the historic march possible, we are often at a loss as to what a new women’s movement might look like,” she writes. Many have declared it dead, she says.

From the anecdotes Gqola segues into, one can surmise that, in the parlance of the day, she considers the movement to be captured by old modes and the overarchin­g “matrix” of “heteropatr­iarchy” rather than being wilfully dead.

Gqola tells the story of the August 2012 ANC Women’s League-led march that was disrupted by activists from the One in Nine Campaign, which changed the tenor of that demonstrat­ion.

Then there was another momentous protest, far removed from the histrionic­s of August. The nationally recorded, savvy #RememberKh­wezi silent protest by Simamkele Dlakavu, Tinyiko Shikwamban­e, Naledi Chirwa and Amanda Mavuso in April 2016 pointed at new modes of disruption.

But besides that moment, all four of those protesters are constantly engaged in feminist work, writes Gqola. “There is no question that feminist activism needs to be re-energised and that we need to constantly evaluate the ways in which our strategies make it possible for us to be out of the frame.”

Billed as experiment­al, Gqola’s book sets up the expectatio­n of a writer rigorously grappling with different writing styles. She revels in various experiment­s with prose but these appear then disappear, with her soon prioritisi­ng nuts and bolts over fanciful aesthetic exploratio­n.

This is partly because her essays pull from various eras in her life, providing a composite sketch of her work and influences as opposed to a linear personal portrait.

Having spoken to Gqola a week before the launch of her book, I found it fun to see some of the ideas she

“You can grow black scholarshi­p anywhere but I can’t see how we can continue to do this work in white institutio­ns”

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