Love After Love by Ingrid PersaudRecommended by Dr Cocks
The title of Ingrid Persaud’s novel is a direct echo of Derek Walcott’s 1971 poem of the same title:
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
Walcott’s poem celebrates a time when fractured selves will be reconciled and accommodated – a time in the future when we might learn self-acceptance, understanding, a sense of being at home with one’s self after a period of exile, a biblical homecoming when the self shall return to the self, catching them unaware, and be welcomed as a guest with feasting. In the context of the multiple selves we navigate in the world of the African diaspora and in the post-liberationist milieu of the Caribbean, this poem might also speak to the sense of self-reckoning, self-recognition, and self-love that nations might find too.

Persaud’s tender and ultimately joyous novel of 2020 does some of the cultural work of capturing a national sensibility, even while it acknowledges that any such sensibilities to be in flux. It unfolds, for the most part, or at least for the best parts, in present day Port of Spain ( Trinidad). It’s the story of Betty Ramdin, a close-to-middle aged teacher who has suffered physical and emotional abuse at the hands of her alcoholic husband. A few years on from her husband’s sudden death, she takes in a lodger, Mr Chetan, a homely man in search of a family , and together with her son Solo, they form a complicated and happily dysfunctional family whose love for each other might just be enough to sustain them as they come to terms with who they are, with the legacy of the violent past, and with the selves they must learn to love.