White Material

It’s hers, this is her home. Maria will not let go of it. She has put her life, her work, her love, her energy, and her despair into it. The frail and unsociable white woman will shrink from nothing to keep this land, this coffee plantation in Cameroon. She is right, as far as she is concerned. To everyone else, she is wrong. Because, right now, there is war, confused war, lethal games between factions with shifting identities, a traffic in treachery and violence, where the mooring to the fixed point of a place and the laborious rhythm of work in the field is off-target.