The Journey Man Reviewed

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Some of the cast of characters in The Journey Man – A South African Reporter’s Stories by Chris Marais.

By Mike Loewe

Chief Reporter – The Daily Dispatch

I write this review of journalist Chris Marais’s The Journey Man from a camp chair overlooking Yellow Sands Point in East London.

A surfer is playing in a spinning, sunny righthander, ski-boat engines rev as they punch through the surf and burble off to a day of gruesome excitement on a westerly textured sea, and two topless wintery vampires are bathed in early morning pre-Spring sun as they splosh around in the foamies.

Hey, life is good in the post-apartheid, almost post-democratic South Africa!

The Pointy End of Scope

Chris Marais is an award-winning feature writer and former Johannesburg editor of Scope magazine.

A bit like the old erotica of Playboy, Scope changed from being a tit-fest for teenaged boys and lonely men, into a feisty investigative magazine.

Chris had a lot to do with that.

Once one had paged past the British-packaged tasselled buxom models, there were many-paged features, such as his incredible investigation into drug abuse, in this case Wellconal.

Supposedly a Schedule 7 prescription-only pain-reliever for terminal illness, it became the hard-core drug of choice in the 70s and 80s.

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Rod Dry, legendary leader of the Silver Creek Mountain Band – and one of the cast of The Journey Man.

A New Life in the Karoo

His book, written with a new perspective on life from the Karoo (Cradock) home office he shares with his wife, journalist Julienne du Toit, is an enigma.

Is this the same Chris who drives around the Karoo back roads in a dusty bakkie these days?

Chris has, sort-of, slowed down. The couple run www.karoospace, a cool little media gig dedicated to social discovery, gentle adventure, and the tranquillity of that much-loved desert.

They are punching way above their weight and have published a string of best-selling books, headlined by their loveable Karoo Keepsakes series.

They are also delving into e-publishing and whatever else grabs the busy imagination of Marais and Du Toit.

We are of the same generation of journalists. He is a year or two ahead of me and we share experiences.

But there are distinct shifts in our styles which made for slightly different experiences.

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The Camdeboo district is pure windmill country.

A Story Teller

I came from an organised student movement background and later a closer alignment with the mass opposition movements, whom I wrote about in the Eastern Cape.

Chris seems to have had no such distractions. Journalism was his passion and drug. Along with a lot of alcohol and a dilly-dallying with the rest.

Do I admire his unrestrained freedom? Sure. In fact, some of the tedious reportage which unconsciously passes as journalism today could do with a bit of a gonzo-era skop in the broeks.

It can feel like we are floundering in social gunk spewed up by the dark and treacherous Zuma presidency era.

Journalists have a duty to sift through this mind-halting mud, and find and polish the stones which prism the period.

And now Chris is telling his story.

Chris Marais and Julienne du Toit’s latest mission: to promote, protect and fully enjoy The Karoo.Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n RollAnd now Chris is telling his story.

In beautiful, short, sharp staccato lines.

It’s a crazy read. The long form is turned into a mielie which we chow one kernel at a time.

It does not pretend to be a big, posh book. It beats its chest as an Indie publishing venture.

Pictures, another of his many passions and talents, are in hard-edged black and white, much like the appearance of the times.

Despite a sense of dread at reliving the morose past, I wanted more.

It is a rocking, rolling read. It’s accessible, it’s fun, it’s shocking.

There is some personal revelation, but perhaps there could have been more. Literature demands that writers fathom the depths.

And perhaps that is a limitation of sex, drugs and rock n roll writing. We are left feeling amazed, but a little emptied out.

But that is his message, just a gesture of what-the-f***. It’s done.

We need these memoirs.

They are like a mamba strike into the heart of the unconsciousness which sometimes passes for South African journalism.

The message for reporters is universal; wake up or die.

Now for a surf…

The Journey Man (Print Version): ORDER HERE

The Journey Man (Ebook): ORDER HERE

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