It is one of the novels of Angolan author Ondjaki.
Grandmanineteen and the Soviet secret is a novel that has the contours of fable. Its words are sweet and the dialogues are a bewildering innocence, the author dilute thru the voices of the children, through a juicy language, full of unusual sonorities that grant a great stylistic beauty to the prose. I do not know if I made myself clear? What I mean is that only when we are children the world takes the shape of a rainbow and transport that purity for paper requires a great writer, or someone that still keeps the child within, which is the case of Ondjaki in both of the statements. You know what is blue screaming? It's a matter of finding out by reading this book. The story revolves around the construction of a mausoleum that will house a prominent figure in Angolan politics, for this purpose, the neighborhood surrounding of this monumental building will be reclassified, which means it will disappear from the map. The population is not at all happy with this outcome and two children decide to alter the reins of these events. How? By blowing out the building. Meanwhile, life happens at the house of the grandmother of one of the children which houses many others and there is still room for a Soviet, the guard from mausoleum, who falls in love for the lady of the house. Is that his secret? Confused? A little ? Much? Let yourself be infected by the writing this novel that does not follow a guessed finale and find out what will happen to the infamous mausoleum, to the children, the grandmother and the Soviet. Good reading.
