I pre-ordered this book on a whim and it arrived two days ago. I read it in two days in spite of my work commitments. I've never done an Amazon review before but as a Nigerian, I feel compelled to do a review for this book. Here is a book that successfully melds the personal and political in a way none of the great Nigerian authors of old did in their creative outputs. The dilemma now is to write this review without ruining the story for new readers.
The book is about regret and partial redemption in the tradition of Khaled Hosseini's "The Kite Runner". The political turns of a country directly affect the fate of Tayo Ajayi, the novel's protagonist. Unlike the "The Kite Runner" protagonist, Tayo refuses to seek exile as a matter of principle. But there are costs for this stubbornness and one must question where motivation from principles end and those from ego begin. This is a subtle Greek tragedy. If the purpose of life is to successfully fulfil one's core quests while also struggling to retain/increase spiritual integrity (comedy) then failure to fulfil the quest - in both the personal and public realm, the romantic and political spheres - makes for tragedy. It's a bitter lesson that Tayo learns - that abandoning personal happiness is no guarantee of success in effecting change in the political realm. One might ponder whether the rejection of personal happiness is a form of cowardice. Tayo does at least try to fulfil one of his quests and is all the more valiant a character for trying where others just pursue selfish ends or simply sleep walk through life. I could dip into my literary background and go on to draw comparisons with the travails and twisted fates of Arthurian knights and Greek heroes, but that would lose the average reader so I resist the temptation.
I will simply say that this book displays many layers; it has hidden depths. As a very mediocre art student many years ago I remember my life drawing tutor telling me to simply follow the curves of the human form with my eyes. I was to surrender the motion of my hand to the flow dictated by my eye, not my head. I also remember my still life tutor telling me the importance of negative space. Considering what isn't there (empty spaces) is just as important as taking in what is there while drawing. And for both forms of drawing the understanding of light and shade complete the work. Alas my talent was pedestrian and my artistic outputs dreadful. Thankfully Sarah Ladipo Manyika is a dexterous literary artificer with an eye for flow and negative space. She is a writer who crafts a succinct yet epic tale in her skilful manipulation of pace/flow. She is a writer who crafts a succinct yet epic tale in her renderings through that which is told/shown and untold/unshown. There are no redundant repetitions or laborious character build ups. Her economical storytelling style is very much reminiscent of Chinua Achebe's. Dialogue crackles and the author's revelatory style speaks volumes with a single sentence, a silent pause.
Are you interested in genuine and nuanced portrayals of ordinary Nigerians doing extraordinary things? Like me, are you tired of the all too often two dimensional depictions of "African lives"? Then blow away the dusty cobwebs of the usual literary fare. BUY THIS BOOK.