Martha Quest

By Doris Lessing

The opening book in the Nobel Prize for Literature winner’s ‘Children of Violence’ series tracing the life of Martha Quest from her childhood in colonial Africa to old age in post-nuclear Britain.

When we first meet Martha Quest, she is a girl of fifteen living with her parents on a poor African farm. She is eager for life and resentful of the deadening narrowness of home, and escapes to take a job as a typist in the local capital. Here, in the ‘big city’, she encounters the real life she was so eager to know and understand. As a picture of colonial life, ‘Martha Quest’ succeeds by the depth of its realism alone; but always at its centre is Martha, a sympathetic figure drawn with unrelenting objectivity.

Martha’s Africa is Doris Lessing’s Africa: the restrictive life of the farm; the atmosphere of racial fear and antagonism; the superficial sophistication of the city. And both Martha and Lessing are Children of Violence: the generation that was born of one world war and came of age in another, whose abrasive relationships with their parents, with one another, and with society are laid bare brilliantly by a writer who understands them better than any other.

Format: ebook
Release Date: 31 May 2012
Pages: None
ISBN: 978-0-00-739773-0
Doris Lessing is one of the most important writers of the twentieth century and was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature 2007. Her first novel, \'The Grass is Singing\', was published in 1950. Among her other celebrated novels are \'The Golden Notebook\', \'The Fifth Child\' and \'Memoirs of a Survivor\'. She has also published two volumes of her autobiography, \'Under my Skin\' and \'Walking in the Shade\'. Doris Lessing died on 17 November 2013 at the age of 94.

”'I read the 'Children of Violence' novels and began to understand how a person could write about the problems of the world in a compelling and beautiful way. And it seemed to me that was the most important thing I could ever do.” - Barbara Kingsolver

”'The 'Children of Violence' series gives an astounding compression of a total, coherent vision, as if Doris Lessing knew all along where it would end.” - The Times