The innocence and naivety of Darling, the narrator in We Need New Names, bent my heart every which way.

Darling is ten-years-old, living in Paradise – a poor name for a shantytown in Zimbabwe. Bulawayo’s focus is on Darling and her little gang – Stina, Chipo, Bastard and Godknows – who roam about stealing guavas; playing invented games such as ‘Find bin Laden’; and charming NGO volunteers.

It is through Darling’s eyes that we get snatches of the catastrophic state of Zimbabwe – hyperinflation, land claims, the continuing AIDS epidemic and violence – although her main concern is ridding Chipo of her ‘stomach’. Chipo is eleven and pregnant.

Then who put it inside her? How can we know if she won’t say? Who put it in there, Chipo? Tell us, we won’t tell. Chipo looks at the sky. There’s a tear in her one eye, but it’s only a small one.

Darling gets the chance to escape – from Zimbabwe she travels to America to stay with her aunt on a visitor’s visa. There’s ‘so much’ in America, although she soon discovers that as an illegal immigrant, her options are few. Feeling alone and alien, Darling longs for home, yet never wants to go back.

Mention must be made of two stand-alone chapters in the book – How They Left and How They Lived – which provide a commentary on the immigrant experience. These are the chapters that elevate this book, that snap you from Darling’s trusting gaze to something uncertain, terrifying and heartbreakingly sad –

And when they asked us where we were from, we exchanged glances and smiled with the shyness of child brides. They said, Africa? We nodded yes. What part of Africa? We smiled. Is it that part where vultures wait for famished children to die? We smiled. … Is it where dissidents shove K-47s between women’s legs? We smiled. …oh my God, yes, we’ve seen your country; it’s been on the news. And when these words tumbled from their lips like crushed bricks, we exchanged glances again and the water in our eyes broke. Our smiles melted like dying shadows and we wept; wept for our blessed, wretched country. We wept and wept and they pitied us and said, It’s okay – it’s okay, you are in America now, and still we wept and wept and wept and they gave us soft little thingies and said, Here is some Kleenex, here, and we took the soft thingies and put them in our pockets to look at later and we wept still, wept like widows, wept like orphans.

4/5 I loved Darling.

I received my copy of We Need New Names from the publisher, Random House UK, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.