Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight
Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight, by Alexandra Fuller, is an autobiography that’s really funny, really strange, but most of all, really, really sad. (Seriously. I almost cried.) Although the title annoys me, (must..resist..fixing..bad..grammar) it’s a really good book. It’s a flood of emotions. It’s an incredibly strange book about living in Africa as a kid. There are lots of cruelties and stuff about wars…but then (somehow) she manages to make it funny. Well, okay. Funny-ish. There are some things you can’t make funny.
The plot of Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight doesn’t have a structure. It’s not a skyscraper, it’s not a hotel, it’s not really a regular house. It’s a crumbling ghetto. It talks about her childhood, than skips to being a teenager, than talks about her earliest childhood memory. The chapters could even be read as individual short stories, but that would be no fun, because once you read one, you can’t stop. They’re just so…well, real. She certainly isn’t afraid to say what she thinks and perceives. She says whatever she wants about her mom’s insanity and the war in Africa. And it pays off, though it’s kind of scary to hear about her crazy mother.
The people in Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight are nicely described. You do feel like they are there with you. You feel sorry for Alexandra and Vanessa. You are mad and sad for their mother. And Dad is beige. He’s an unexplored character, which is kind of sad, because he shows some traces of interestingness. But overall, the characters are really interesting.
Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight is a great, but sad book. I don’t think I’ll read it again because it’s so ultra sad…but you never know. Read this with something funny in case you get weepy (maybe a mental_floss?), but still, read it. It’s a scary, funny, sad, and weird book, which is a combo that normally wouldn’t work, but trust me, it does.