Unstoppable by Maria Sharapova
Bitch, please! I'm Khanyi Mbau by Lesley Mofokeng
Perspective by O Bolaji
My mind is
often rather gregarious and arguably even weird – the latest in point is Maria
Sharapova’s book which immediately somewhat reminded me of Khanyi Mbau’s book.
Khanyi Mbau? Well, she is a celebrity in South Africa both for right and
“wrong” reasons… She is a still young socialite
who over the years has acquired an infamous reputation as “gold-digger”, sex
siren, iconoclast etc…yet, the fact is
also that she is a famous actress and tv presenter and celebrity in her own
right too.
Maria Sharapova is of course world famous for her exploits in tennis, and it also helps that she has rather pulchritudinous looks and build, and is a dream for sponsors and advertisers. In the western world, such books written by young celebrities is par for the course, but in Africa there is often suspicion in this regard. “How can a kid already write a book about themselves…what gives he/she the right to already pontificate about life?” is the usual attitude.
Yet, South Africa is streets ahead in this wise re, the book publishing industry in the continent; but still light years behind compared to the western world. As we have seen, books written by established authors often fly off the shelves overseas, and books churned out by celebrities – eg in sport, entertainment, can be bestsellers too. And the publishing industry is advanced to the extent that the media razzmatazz and bookshops and reading clubs/circle et al augment the haste and hurry.
In Africa, for most people even the literate, the priority is just to survive not to see or read ever escalating expensive books. The middle class which used to gobble up books impressively in the past has been profoundly attenuated in our hapless continent (Africa). Yet the few who love books will always cherish new books and authors somehow. I have digressed a lot – as usual! – but the important thing is that both books I have in mind now, (Sharapova’s book, and Khanyi Mbau’s book) are biographies of sort, never mind ghost writers and egregious editors. Sharapova is a global celebrity, and for those in the know, Khanyi Mbau is a celebrity too (at least in South Africa).
Both can be dubbed young women, one belonging to the western world, and the other Africa. As one would expect from women (and that is not being sexist!) a lot of emotions is involved in the works. Both authors – Khanyi in particular – are anxious to stress that they might not be as “bad” as painted; Khanyi even suggests she can be considered somewhat naïve in her early dealings with men. Whether many of her denizens in SA might take her comments with a pinch of salt hardly matters.
Sharapova, on her own part to her credit has always shown an aversion to scandal and even her private life is often protected with barbed wire. Hence, unlike Khanyi’s book – where she at least admits to be a bastion of “scandal” one way or the other - Sharapova comes across as much more restrained and reserved. No wonder, the reading public overseas can only harp on her comments on Serena Williams, which I consider to be quite tame really. (Serena is far superior to Maria as far as the sport itself is concerned, so to call them “arch-rivals” might even be ludicrous.
The point of view, perspective, of women in general literature can often illuminate and constitute disparate shards of enlightenment. Admittedly, I personally love reading about female celebrities, so I cherish these two books. (By the way Khanyi’s book is written in collaboration with Lesley Mofokeng, an SA media personality in his own right)
Maria Sharapova is of course world famous for her exploits in tennis, and it also helps that she has rather pulchritudinous looks and build, and is a dream for sponsors and advertisers. In the western world, such books written by young celebrities is par for the course, but in Africa there is often suspicion in this regard. “How can a kid already write a book about themselves…what gives he/she the right to already pontificate about life?” is the usual attitude.
Yet, South Africa is streets ahead in this wise re, the book publishing industry in the continent; but still light years behind compared to the western world. As we have seen, books written by established authors often fly off the shelves overseas, and books churned out by celebrities – eg in sport, entertainment, can be bestsellers too. And the publishing industry is advanced to the extent that the media razzmatazz and bookshops and reading clubs/circle et al augment the haste and hurry.
In Africa, for most people even the literate, the priority is just to survive not to see or read ever escalating expensive books. The middle class which used to gobble up books impressively in the past has been profoundly attenuated in our hapless continent (Africa). Yet the few who love books will always cherish new books and authors somehow. I have digressed a lot – as usual! – but the important thing is that both books I have in mind now, (Sharapova’s book, and Khanyi Mbau’s book) are biographies of sort, never mind ghost writers and egregious editors. Sharapova is a global celebrity, and for those in the know, Khanyi Mbau is a celebrity too (at least in South Africa).
Both can be dubbed young women, one belonging to the western world, and the other Africa. As one would expect from women (and that is not being sexist!) a lot of emotions is involved in the works. Both authors – Khanyi in particular – are anxious to stress that they might not be as “bad” as painted; Khanyi even suggests she can be considered somewhat naïve in her early dealings with men. Whether many of her denizens in SA might take her comments with a pinch of salt hardly matters.
Sharapova, on her own part to her credit has always shown an aversion to scandal and even her private life is often protected with barbed wire. Hence, unlike Khanyi’s book – where she at least admits to be a bastion of “scandal” one way or the other - Sharapova comes across as much more restrained and reserved. No wonder, the reading public overseas can only harp on her comments on Serena Williams, which I consider to be quite tame really. (Serena is far superior to Maria as far as the sport itself is concerned, so to call them “arch-rivals” might even be ludicrous.
The point of view, perspective, of women in general literature can often illuminate and constitute disparate shards of enlightenment. Admittedly, I personally love reading about female celebrities, so I cherish these two books. (By the way Khanyi’s book is written in collaboration with Lesley Mofokeng, an SA media personality in his own right)
