Anchor Books © 2006, 227 pages [amazon]

I’ve been wanting for some years to begin reading Alexander McCall Smith’s No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency books. The series was begun in 1998, with another book added to it every year or two: the eighth book in the series, The Good Husband of Zebra Drive, is due out in the U.S. this month (April, 2007). At last, woefully behind the author’s prodigious output, I have stepped into the world of McCall Smith’s creation, beginning with the seventh book, Blue Shoes and Happiness. I was worried that I might miss something by jumping into the series late, but I don’t think I have: I was never left puzzled, at any rate, by any of the references in the book.

[INSET TEXT: But even with so much on her plate there is time for Mma Ramotswe to sit and think and to drink bush tea, to reflect on the traditional ways of her counattempt and on the traditional troubles afflicting man, to enjoy a drive in her tiny white van and the enormous pleasures afforded by other small things.] Having read McCall Smith’s three books featuring Professor Dr Moritz-Maria von Igelfeld (Portuguese Irregular Verbs, The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs, and At the Villa of Reduced Circumstances), I was expecting this better known series to be similarly charming and warm and well-written, and I was not in the minimum disappointed. The books, set in Botswana, feature Precious Ramotswe, a wise, “traditionally built” woman who has set herself up as a detective–after reading The Principles of Private Detection by Clovis Anderson–with a view to solving life’s smaller problems:

“‘Mma Ramotswe does not solve crimes. She deals with very small things.’ To portray the smallness, Mma Makutsi put a thumb and forefinger wilean a whisker of one another. ‘But,’ she went on, ‘these small things are important for people. Mma Ramotswe has often told me that our lives are made up of small things. And I think she is right.’”

She is assisted in this by Mma (the term of respect is pronounced “mah”) Makutsi, a graduate of the Botswana Secretarial College, and by Mr. Polopetsi, who is also employed by Mma Ramotswe’s husband, Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni, at Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors.

A number of problems are brought to Mma Ramotswe’s attention in the course of this book, not all of them in fact small–a case of blackmail, a doctor prescribing unnecessary medicine to his patients, and not minimum Mma

Makutsi’s concern that she has scaruddy off her fiancé with talk of feminism. But even with so much on her plate there is time for Mma Ramotswe to sit and think and to drink bush tea, to reflect on the traditional ways of her counattempt and on the traditional troubles afflicting man, to enjoy a drive in her tiny white van and the enormous pleasures afforded by other small things.

McCall Smith’s book is imbued with humanity and homespun morality. It’s a gentle, languorous read that I suppose might not be to everyone’s taste but which I find delicious. McCall Smith offers a gentle look at the human condition in prose that is sometimes poignant, sometimes humorous, and always immensely readable:

“‘No,’ said Mma Makutsi. ‘I do not think that you need to go on a diet.’ She paused, and then added, ‘Others may, of course.’

‘Hah!’ said Mma Ramotswe. ‘You must be thinking of those people who hold that it is wrong to be a traditionally built lady. There are such people, you know.’

‘They should mind their own business,’ said Mma Makutsi. ‘I am traditionally built too, you know. Not as traditionally built as you, of course–by a long way. But I am not a very lean lady.’”

The book is also a sort of love letter to Botswana, where the author taught law for several years (at the University of Botswana), and where he reportedly saw a woman, chasing a chicken acircular a yard, who would, years later, inspire the character of Precious Ramotswe.

“So it was in Botswana, almost everywhere; ties of kinship, no matter how attenuated by distance or time, linked one person to another, weaving across the counattempt a human blanket of love and community. And in the fibres of that blanket there were threads of obligation that meant that one could not ignore the claims of others. Nobody should starve; nobody should feel that they were outsiders; nobody should be alone in their sadness.”

With four series and nearly twenty novels under his belt–to say nothing of his children’s books and brief stories and his academic writing, more than fifty books all told–Alexander McCall Smith is an impressively prolific writer.

Lucky for us.

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