Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

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issue 03 September 2016

In the 1980s, supermarkets stocked a fruit juice named ‘Um Bongo’ with the strapline ‘They drink it in the Congo!’. This is the starting point for Adam Brace’s examination of Britain’s relationship with the Congolese (whose word ‘mbongo’ means money).

A group of do-gooding Londoners host a festival to celebrate the Congo’s culture and history but they rapidly become mired in controversies about age-old injustices and white-to-black ratios on steering committees. The Congolese party includes a few rogue terrorists whose death threats the British publicists find rather glamorous and titillating. The characters rarely reach beyond the obvious. The Londoners are bloodless yuppie go-getters. The Congolese are suspicious, chippy and mistrustful. Early on, they gang up on a female charity worker and demand to know how much she will earn for acting as their hostess. Foolishly she tells them the truth and they howl at her in artificial outrage. The festival soon develops into a tawdry and predictable trade-off.

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