One of my earliest memories as a child is the Biafran war and the horrendous pictures of starving children that it brought to our TV screens. This was before Live Aid and the Ethiopian tragedy, and as a child I would worry about the possibility of famine in the UK. This wasn't helped by my mother telling me that in case of famine they would eat the youngest first (I was the youngest!)
Seeing this book on the Biafran war brought all these memories back to me and spurred me on to read its pages.
The author is clearly an accomplished writer who has a style and a delivery that is simply excellent. The pages are all embracing, in that the reader is drawn in and has to continue listening to the voice of Chinua Achebe.
Whereas not seeming to personally espouse the Christian faith, the author indicates the Christian context in which he grew up and praises it for the huge impact it had on him, both educationally and ethically.
With great care the author describes the cultural backdrop to the conflict that happened in 1967-70. He also paints an interesting involvement of the UK, France and the USA from his African perspective.
Ending with a dramatic poem, this piece of prose is an excellent read and I recommend it to anyone who would like to gain an insight into this aspect of history through the personal memoires of a respected individual.