A collection offers an evocative and insightful—though far from positive—view of humanity.
A short story collection explores the lives of Nigerian men and women.
In this volume, Akinyemi takes readers into the minds and inner lives of Nigerians, particularly men, at home and abroad. In “Black Lives Matter,” a soccer player channels both grief and ambition into success in a European league only to find himself confronting racism. “In the Trap of Seers” has a female protagonist, a woman whose mother drags her to one spiritual guru after another. In “Inferno of Silence,” Kunle endures his wife’s abuse, which challenges the cultural assumption that husbands are dominant. Another failing marriage is the focus of “Blinded by Silence,” in which a woman determined to avoid her parents’ fate ends up following in their footsteps. The stories explore questions of masculinity, family, and identity, and the characters reveal the variety of experiences in contemporary Nigeria, from traditional villages to college campuses to skyscraper-dwelling tech companies. Akinyemi employs a distinctive and evocative prose style (“His dirty linens were not just washed in public, they were sun-dried and left for the whole-world to cast derisory glances at”) that leaves readers with a clear image of the people and places he describes. But readers accustomed to standard American English may find the writing awkward at times (for instance, a character is referred to as “the Chinese”). The characters can be insufferable (“I had the chance to showcase my exceptional talent to the entire world”), but they are generally satisfying in the context of their tales. The players’ complexity and diversity of backgrounds and experiences provide a layered and nuanced look—if, perhaps, a jaded one—at the lives of an assortment of Nigerians. While a few of the stories end on relatively upbeat notes, with characters overcoming obstacles and moving beyond troubled pasts, the collection as a whole seems intent on showing how determined people are to cause problems for themselves and others. The book is not necessarily an uplifting read, but it is an engaging one, with an eye for vivid details and human shortcomings.
A collection offers an evocative and insightful—though far from positive—view of humanity.Pub Date: May 8, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-913636-02-9
Page Count: 214
Publisher: The Roaring Lion Newcastle
Review Posted Online: Feb. 8, 2021
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 2021
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
Uneven but fitfully amusing.
Betrayed by her husband, a severely depressed young woman gets drawn into the over-the-top festivities at a lavish wedding.
Phoebe Stone, who teaches English literature at a St. Louis college, is plotting her own demise. Her husband, Matt, has left her for another woman, and Phoebe is taking it hard. Indeed, she's determined just where and how she will end it all: at an oceanfront hotel in Newport, where she will lie on a king-sized canopy bed and take a bottle of her cat’s painkillers. At the hotel, Phoebe meets bride-to-be Lila, a headstrong rich girl presiding over her own extravagant six-day wedding celebration. Lila thought she had booked every room in the hotel, and learning of Phoebe's suicidal intentions, she forbids this stray guest from disrupting the nuptials: “No. You definitely can’t kill yourself. This is my wedding week.” After the punchy opening, a grim flashback to the meltdown of Phoebe's marriage temporarily darkens the mood, but things pick up when spoiled Lila interrupts Phoebe's preparations and sweeps her up in the wedding juggernaut. The slide from earnest drama to broad farce is somewhat jarring, but from this point on, Espach crafts an enjoyable—if overstuffed—comedy of manners. When the original maid of honor drops out, Phoebe is persuaded, against her better judgment, to take her place. There’s some fun to be had here: The wedding party—including groom-to-be Gary, a widower, and his 11-year-old daughter—takes surfing lessons; the women in the group have a session with a Sex Woman. But it all goes on too long, and the humor can seem forced, reaching a low point when someone has sex with the vintage wedding car (you don’t want to know the details). Later, when two characters have a meet-cute in a hot tub, readers will guess exactly how the marriage plot resolves.
Uneven but fitfully amusing.Pub Date: July 30, 2024
ISBN: 9781250899576
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Henry Holt
Review Posted Online: Sept. 13, 2024
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Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.
The time is the not-so-distant future, when the US's spiraling social freedoms have finally called down a reaction, an Iranian-style repressive "monotheocracy" calling itself the Republic of Gilead—a Bible-thumping, racist, capital-punishing, and misogynistic rule that would do away with pleasure altogether were it not for one thing: that the Gileadan women, pure and true (as opposed to all the nonbelieving women, those who've ever been adulterous or married more than once), are found rarely fertile.
Thus are drafted a whole class of "handmaids," whose function is to bear the children of the elite, to be fecund or else (else being certain death, sent out to be toxic-waste removers on outlying islands). The narrative frame for Atwood's dystopian vision is the hopeless private testimony of one of these surrogate mothers, Offred ("of" plus the name of her male protector). Lying cradled by the body of the barren wife, being meanwhile serviced by the husband, Offred's "ceremony" must be successful—if she does not want to join the ranks of the other disappeared (which include her mother, her husband—dead—and small daughter, all taken away during the years of revolt). One Of her only human conduits is a gradually developing affair with her master's chauffeur—something that's balanced more than offset, though, by the master's hypocritically un-Puritan use of her as a kind of B-girl at private parties held by the ruling men in a spirit of nostalgia and lust. This latter relationship, edging into real need (the master's), is very effectively done; it highlights the handmaid's (read Everywoman's) eternal exploitation, profane or sacred ("We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices"). Atwood, to her credit, creates a chillingly specific, imaginable night-mare. The book is short on characterization—this is Atwood, never a warm writer, at her steeliest—and long on cynicism—it's got none of the human credibility of a work such as Walker Percy's Love In The Ruins. But the scariness is visceral, a world that's like a dangerous and even fatal grid, an electrified fence.
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.Pub Date: Feb. 17, 1985
ISBN: 038549081X
Page Count: -
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Review Posted Online: Sept. 16, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 1985
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