South African roots are strongly exposed in Jani Allan’s beautifully written interview with acclaimed author Sheila Kohler. Now 75 and a lecturer at the university where Albert Einstein kept students spellbound, Kohler’s 14th book is a powerful autobiography of life in the Apartheid State revolving around an unimaginable personal tragedy. Jani, who calls this a matchless SA memoir, is at her very best here with her first interview in “aeons”. She employs the style that made her a national icon in her native SA during the 1980s, proving that great writing is like riding a bicycle. Once learnt, always remembered. Good art. – Alec Hogg
By Jani Allan*
Sheila and I arrange to meet at Dinkyâs on Princeton campus.
Sheilaâs memoir âOnce We Were Sistersâ has been described by Joyce Carol Oates as âa beautiful and tragic tale with echoes of cultural sexism and misogyny.â
Others speak of the book being viscerally compelling and intensely personal. JM Coetzee notes that âthe most striking parts of this rich and poignant memoirâŚreflect on the necessary cruelty of the writerâs art, sacrificing the truth of the world to the truth of fiction.â
Who wouldnât trepidate at the thought of meeting such a towering intellect?Â
As I pootle along in my little yellow bug, I have Siri, also in a way, viscerally compelling, bossing me about how to get to Princeton. (âIn three hundred yards, turn left. Turn LEFTâ etc etc).
I sit outside the railway station waiting room that has incarnated as a coffee shop. It is my fervent hope that conducting an interview will be like riding a bicycle â something you donât forget how to do.
Sheila arrives as if she had floated down on one of the Chagall cotton ball clouds. She flashes a smile. It is a dazzling book jacket smile.
Her wide-set eyes read me like an autocue. Letâs go inside, we agree. The traffic and the wind will make it difficult to talk outside. As it turns out, inside the acoustics, high-ceilings and raucous millennials will present another challenge, but Sheila and I have an instant rapport. We talk like old friends in mourning, as Nadine Gordimer once described it.
Karen Blixen wrote âOut of Africaâ when, in ill-health and having lost everything, she had to return to Denmark. She chose her pen name, Isak from the biblical story of Isaac. From her pain and devastation she birthed a writer.
In many ways Sheilaâs story re-echoes this theme of transmogrifying tragedy into a gift. Before âOnce We Were Sistersâ was to be the first of more than a dozen novels.
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— Nick Westerman (@bigtickHK) May 15, 2017
She lectures at Princeton, the Ivy League varsity (I adore the students. They are like so many sponges soaking up information) and writes a psychology blog.
One of her novels âCracksâ was made into a film by Ridley Scottâs daughter.
Her sister has been dead for thirty-five years, but âI still see her in the garden at Crosswaysâ â her L-shaped Herbert Baker house in Dunkeld, Johannesburg.
Last night, Sheila tells me, she was speaking on a panel of the great and good in New York. Someone referred to her memoir as ârevenge porn.â
She is bemused by the description, as am I. She throws back her head and laughs. It is a macho smile, backlit with an innuendo of  private tragedy.
What does one do when oneâs sister is murdered by her husband? What does one do when oneâs husband takes a lover and expects one to comfort him?
âThe only weapon left to me is to write about what has happened in fictional form⌠I am determined to keep her alive on the page. Here, I can give her the revenge she would have wanted to have. I can control her destiny.
Once We Were Sisters by Sheila Kohler review â a devastating reckoning https://t.co/SR4nfIjCIQ Terrific review in the Guardian
— Sheila Kohler (@sheilakohler) April 1, 2017
âMy mind turns back obsessively, as it does so often with trauma, returning to this theme in various permutations in an attempt to find meaning in the absurdity of our lives.â
What are the characteristics that will enable one to survive in this world?
âWell, certainly for me â perseverance. I think that came, from having basically a loving mother. For all her faults, she loved me and she wasnât critical.â
She was in South Africa before Christmas for a wedding.
âBad things are happening there. But at the same time I felt there were some good things too. We went to see the art, art galleries and young artists. I got this â she touches a bead necklace â there. I mean I feel strongly about the arts. Thatâs the one thing about Trump that really upsets me, that heâs cutting all the art funding. I think I would do that, thatâs what I would do. If I had millions I would use it to encourage music, writing â all of that. I think thatâs very important in the world.â
Just read Sheila Kohler's memoir Once We Were Sisters. Had no idea she was a South African writer. Now plan to hunt down her novels.
— Charlotte Otter (@charlwrites) April 29, 2017
What constitutes a good memoir?
âMemoir is like anything else, when itâs done very well and if it enables you to both leave yourself, leave your own life, go to somebody elseâs life and at the same time maybe find yourself in someone elseâs life.
Thatâs when memoir is good.â
At seventy-five Sheila is jaw-droppingly attractive. With her shoulder-length platinum blonde and her slender, girlish figure she draws comparison to Carmen dell Orificio, the 86 year old model who likes to tell people she goes straight from hip-replacement to the modeling ramp.
âPeople write to me from South Africa too, people who knew my sister. The lover in the book â his brother wrote to me. He said âI want to give this book to Michael for his 80th birthdayâ (his name was Michael and I really call him Michael in the book). I thought oh no! Heâs 80!â
Despite living in a dream Zip Code â Upper West Side Manhattan opposite the Lincoln Center, Sheila feels âI donât belong anywhere.â
Is she a citizen of the world, or of New York or her own experience?
âI think I donât belong anywhere. I couldnât really live in South Africa anymore, I miss it, and I love it. Whenever I go back there you just respond to that wonderful light, nature â itâs beautiful. You know you grew up in the Transvaal â with the flats distant around you. But I couldnât really live there anymore.
So New Yorkâs not a bad place, because no one really belongs in New York. And thereâs lots of things going on. I mean, I could live probably anywhere. Whatâs important to me is the books.â
Following the death of her sister, Sheila decided to abandon her first marriage to move to New York to study the art of writing.
Was it her sisterâs untimely death that allowed her to move forward in this way?
She met her second husband in New York. âHeâs very good, I mean we fight like all couples do. We were both in our early 40s when we met and we were both from unhappy marriages and looking for someone. Friends would bring us together. He is a psychiatrist, so if Iâm troubled by something, I run it by him.â
She claims to be frightened by everything.
âThe train wonât come on time, all those kind of things. And travelling, losing your passport. Every situation is fraught with danger. People will say the wrong thing, youâve said the wrong thing to a student or ⌠I mean everything, everything. I rehash, I should have said that, no I shouldnât have said that.â
Does she have any heroes or heroines?
âOnly in books!â she replies.
Sheila is rather like a glass of fine champagne:Â Its arrival brings pleasure and its departure a yearning for more.
- This column also appears in the forthcoming edition of Verve magazine.
- ‘Once We Were Sisters‘ by Sheila Kohler is published by Penguin Books.Â