D avid Diop, the first French novelist and the first writer of African heritage to win the International Booker prize, along with his translator Anna Moschovakis, likes to seek out stories in historical gaps and missing narratives. He was struck by emotion when reading the letters of young French men fighting in the trenches of the first world war â shellshocked teenagers faced with the unmeasurable carnage of trench warfare, a sacrificed generation who often died before their letters reached home.
The novelist, who was born in France but spent his childhood in Dakar, Senegal, after his French mother and Senegalese father met at university in Paris in the 1960s, was floored by the young soldiersâ âintimacy with warâ. His novel, At Night All Blood Is Black, is a gripping, twisty account of industrial warfare, colonialism, violence, youth and friendship. It was a massive critical hit and bestseller in France, winning several prizes across Europe. After more than 100 years of first world war literature, in all forms and all languages, critics found something new in Diopâs modern take. It was âhypnotically compellingâ, the Booker judges said.
âBecause I have a double cultural sensitivity,â Diop says, âI wanted to find out if there were any letters written by the tirailleurs sÃ©nÃ©galais [the west African riflemen from French colonies brought over to fight in the trenches]. And my research wasnât conclusive. There are letters, of course, but they are impersonal, administrative letters. You have to remember that letters were monitored to keep up the morale of the troops and the country. Itâs also possible there was a form of self-censorship among the African riflemen.âFrance deployed more than 135,000 tirailleurs sÃ©nÃ©galais on European battlefields during the first world war. Photograph: Roger Viollet/Roger Viollet via Getty Images
France, which had a vast colonial empire at the time of the first world war, deployed more than 135,000 African riflemen on European battlefields, where at least 30,000 were killed. Despite being referred to as Senegalese, they came from all over west Africa, including Senegal, Mali, Niger and Burkina Faso, and never got the prominence they deserved in French history books. The injustices of the poor pay and low veteransâ pensions of African fighters deployed by France in both world wars were well documented, but the inner lives of soldiers brought from Franceâs African colonies to the trenches â their lived experience of the European war â had not really been told.
Diop first considered filling the gap by writing his own fictional soldierâs letter. But he found more âemotional intensityâ in the stream of consciousness of a young rifleman in the trenches. His novel tells the story of two childhood friends deployed from Senegal (the original French title, FrÃ¨re dâÃ¢me â literally, soul brother â is a play on the term frÃ¨re dâarmes, or brother in arms). When one, Mademba Diop, is killed in the trenches, the other, Alfa Ndiaye, descends into his own way of coping â diligently committing the extreme violence expected of him by the war and carefully slicing trophy hands from corpses. From here, the novel twists and turns in shocking and surprising ways to the end, taking in the story of the protagonistâs Senegalese family.
Diop says he didnât want to write a historical novel. He deliberately does not specify exact battlefields, battalions, dates or places. âI wanted to show that this character â like a lot of soldiers â didnât know where they were on the front.â What mattered to Diop was fictionâs ability to convey raw emotion. âI think fiction can move you emotionally, then itâs for history to explain things,â he says.The French army played on the idea that Senegalese riflemen could inspire fear â African troops were armed with machetes
Diop is known in France as a master of unpicking the mechanics of prejudice. His first novel, published in 2012, about a delegation from Senegal coming to Parisâs Exposition Universelle in 1889, was inspired by historical accounts of 19th-century âhuman zoosâ and European âspectaclesâ of black people. He is a lecturer in 18th-century literature, whose current research, at the University of Pau in south-west France, focuses on 18th-century representations of Africa, particularly accounts and images by travellers. His forthcoming novel, due out in France in August, tells the story of a European traveller in Africa. âWhat interests me are the sources of information that feed representations of the other, the African other, or the Asian other,â he says.
In the first world war, west African riflemen were caught in the crossfire of dehumanising French and German propaganda. For the purpose of war, they were shown as bloodthirsty savages. Then, to shore up European populationsâ view of empire, they were shown as naive infants.
âThe French army played on the idea that Senegalese riflemen could inspire fear in the Germans,â Diop says. âFrance provided a machete as part of African troopsâ uniform â they were the only soldiers to be given that particular weapon. That shows the intent to scare the enemy with the image of a savage black soldier. On the other side, I saw caricatures in a 1916 Berlin paper of an African rifleman with skulls hanging from a belt round his waist, a savage rictus grin, and a sort of joy in his eyes that he was going to kill the enemy.â
Diop adds: âPrejudices were attached to the Senegalese riflemen for strategy and combat reasons. But also in France the African soldier was presented as saviour of the motherland, and a giant child whose image was used to advertise the chocolate drink Banania â¦ We have the savage, bloodthirsty black for the enemy, and for the French itâs a brave soldier who has a certain naivety.â
All this is woven deep into Diopâs language, which is the novelâs great stylistic triumph, cited by judges in all the bookâs prize nominations (of which there were 10 in France alone). Although Diop wrote the stream of consciousness in French, the rhythm of the language reveals that the main character, Ndiaye, thinks in Wolof. It was a way for Diop to amplify the internal voice of a young man who, like so many other African troops in the French colonial period, had no way of making himself heard. The complexities of this rich inner monologue expose the absurdity of the deliberately rudimentary French that was taught to colonial troops so they could take orders in the trenches.
Diop read a 1916 manual on how to teach this type of chopped-up, basic French to African soldiers. âIn the introduction it said that because African languages were extremely âpoorâ, they had to be taught a kind of poor French â¦ Lots of tirailleurs understood this was a means to infantilise them. There are accounts of riflemen who felt they were being mocked when they spoke it.â
Diop also wanted to capture the universal theme of the stunned silence of war. He was inspired in part by his white maternal grandfather, who came from a village in south-west France and was hit by mustard gas while fighting in the first world war. âHe came home and he said nothing,â Diop explains. âHe â and no doubt other soldiers, including African soldiers â were prudish about talking about it; didnât want to relive extremely difficult events and wanted to protect their families from the horror. I wanted that silence to be filled by a voice, and by a voice that is inaudible because itâs the voice of thought, an interior voice.â The novel made such an impact in France that readers would come to signings with letters from their great grandfathers and photographs of their relatives smiling with African riflemen during the war, wishing they had asked their relatives more.
Ultimately, it is a novel about the monstrosity and savagery of war. Ndiaye is a crazed young man in the trenches, systematically and shockingly knifing enemy soldiers in the belly and chopping off their hands. But that act by one human pales in comparison to the inhuman scale of the wider war, where industrial-scale shelling ripped apart a whole generation. âItâs the war thatâs savage, not the soldiers,â Diop says. He calls his main character âa monsterâ but adds: âat the same time heâs so human, and maybe thatâs the case for all of us. We share his thoughts, we share his intimacy, but he is also someone extremely violent and traumatised by war, as lots of soldiers were.â
There is a scene in the trenches that drives home the utter futility of this war fought by the young. Mutinous French soldiers in Ndiayeâs unit are punished by being sent out of the trench to their deaths with their hands tied behind their backs. Itâs a comment on how the carnage was so inevitable that it would make little difference if soldiersâ hands were tied. Diop argues that âall wars are organised by adults to kill very young people and children. I wanted to show that the world offered its youth for sacrifice to war â and it was the whole world.â
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