
#278
Title:
First Comes Love, Then Comes Malaria: How a Peace Corps Poster Boy Won My Heart and a Third World Adventure Changed My LifeAuthor: Eve Brown-Waite
Publisher: Broadway Books
Year: 2009
305 pages
Brown-Waite's
account of her Peace Corps and CARE experiences starts poorly but is
worth sticking with. Either that or skip to the Uganda section. The
memoir reads like two memoirs written at different times and in
different styles. The first section, on her Peace Corps induction and
placement in Ecuador, is told in what attempts to be a humorous, snappy
tone; it reads as immature, brittle, and conversational in a way that
suggests that this is the part of the narrative that made her friends
tell her that she should write a book about her hilarious experience.
The second part, on Uganda, is more mature and considered and holds my
attention. Brown-Waite emphasizes her whininess throughout, which
contributes a constant, low-grade irritation to the story. She does not
really answer the questions most interesting to me, such as whether her
earlier anxiety and panic returned, and if not, how she understands
this. I'd also have liked to know more about her relationship with her
husband in the domain of foreign service. Did she want to go to Uganda?
She seems to have consistently worked in social and human services, but
the interior process--what she thinks and feels about it, why she's
moved to do it, the effects of moving closer to her husband's world
view--are largely unspoken.
I have a hard time identifying with
the author, though we have some experiences and interests that are
similar. However, for whatever reasons, my overseas service has been
different from hers. I spent over a year without television, a car or
bike, treats from the US, or new clothes. I ate vegetables and powdered
chicken soup with rice because I had no oven and the meat looked creepy.
I had no cappuccinos. I was also in a second world country, so the
cultural contrasts were not as great. Sometimes that congruence was the
problem, and I would make assumptions I wouldn't have made had it been
more divergent. I'm not suggesting that I was better at having my
experience than she, but rather describing it because I did not miss or
fantasize about US luxuries, so it's hard for me to understand many of
her areas of preoccupation.