‘Lost and Found in Johannesburg: A Memoir’
By Mark Gevisser
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
You used to need a map to know that info, but these days, a voice from a screen tells you where to go. It’s easy and fairly reliable, so who would want to go back to wrestling with a map or wondering if turning left was right?
No, you haven’t used a paper map in eons but author Mark Gevisser has, and his maps show a city under change. In the new book “Lost and Found in Johannesburg,” you might see how.
Growing up in South Africa, Mark Gevisser was obsessed with maps, especially an archaic book of streets and neighborhoods that helped him play a pretend game with himself. It was many years later that Gevisser realized that segments of his hometown of Johannesburg were missing from the book.
Those were the neighborhoods in which the city’s black population lived.
Though his Jewish ancestors had endured discrimination when they immigrated to South Africa a century ago, Gevisser was born into a life of privilege and was mostly insulated from the Johannesburg filled with poverty and black faces. And yet, his family had black servants that lived, by law, in small houses behind the main home.
Eventually, though, it dawned on Gevisser that the racial system in “Joburg” was flawed. Perhaps he noticed because he had been immersed in a culture of activism, in which whites ignored rules and regularly mingled with blacks. Maybe it was because he was a world traveler and had gone to school in America at Yale, or because apartheid was beginning to unravel back home.
Or, perhaps, Gevisser’s realizations came about because he began to understand that he was gay.
Today, Gevisser lives in Johannesburg, a city that’s surprisingly progressive on issues of sexuality. He’s married to a man he calls “C,” who is of Indian descent. You would think that those factors — an award-winning white, Jewish gay writer married to a man of a different race in a city that relatively recently rejected apartheid — would make for a fascinating book.
But alas, “Lost and Found in Johannesburg” is not.
First, it takes 80-some pages to get past chapters on infinitesimally detailed streets and neighborhoods, and a litany of author Mark Gevisser’s immigrant ancestors — neither of which will mean a thing to anyone who’s not related or in Johannesburg. I lost both interest and patience, but I sallied forth anyhow.
Admittedly, that led to small pockets of interest — life as a gay South African, brief accounts of apartheid and racism, small heartbreaking stories and a breathless but disturbing tale of robbery — but they were buried beneath passages of esoteric literature and dozens of names, all of which become a blur.
If you’ve lived in South Africa for a good length of time or if you’re interested in the detailed genealogy of total strangers, you could certainly give this book a try. Most readers that see “Lost and Found in Johannesburg,” though, will want to turn left and keep going.