It saddens me how expensive books are these days and so much like when I go into a good clothing store and more often than not end up leaving empty handed so to do I leave with nothing to show from book stores. But, like a sign from the god of all things student, our school gave us a shining gift of an ExclusiveBooks voucher at the end of last year which has been sitting waiting patiently inn my empty purse while I search for the right book to spend it on.
I had two requirements: 1 the book be about Africa and written by an African and 2 it must be written by a woman. These are difficult requirements to be filled considering literature trends are set by the ‘oh-so-great Canon of Literature’ (yes sarcasm) which was decided on and written by, years ago, old white men (not a common species to write about Africa) but after 5 months of debating I decided to spend the cash on Half a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. A Black, Female, Nigerian writer. Yes these are all important attributes as all three are rare in the literature industry and so make it harder to achieve in the sadly elitist world of storytelling.
It was good decision making on my part and very good writing on Adichie’s and I thoroughly enjoyed the book. I have always had sympathies for the Middle East specifically Palestine and surrounding areas because of my readings of Khaled Hosseini’s books. Brilliant well written novels which tell the Palestine and Muslim story from another more misunderstood (by the ‘West’ at least) point of view.
I was struck by the similarities in Adichie and Hosseini’s writings. They were about different wars between different cultures for different things and yet ultimately the raw human sacrifice, courage and terror which they wrote about were similar. They shared stories with such real and intimate detail that for me they shared a bit of the human suffering soul.
What I was also struck with was how little I knew about Nigeria’s history and trauma as the story was set in the countries turbulent 60s. I had never heard this story on any level and I was angered. The ignorance that I live in when it comes to my own continent is astounding and the misuse of the tools of novels to help educate myself that I withstood was depressing. This is where in part I blame my school system. I had a brilliant education but when it comes to literature (the understanding and discussion of it) I was limited and disappointed. I, in my high school career, have learnt the great lessons that 6 Shakespeare plays have to offer (not very enlightening), I can tell you what and when Anne Frank ate in her last days and most absurdly have read not one but two works on the Salem witch trials (very topical – I know) but have studied the grand total of one African work which was a South African Novel called Disgrace by J M Coetzee which was studied in an additional English class not even the mainstream one. How is it plausible? I think as young people growing up in a vibrant developing and AFRICAN city we should be learning about the world around us. Trust me I learnt far more life lessons from Adichie’s characters in a Nigeria-Biafra war time than from a pubescent Romeo’s deathly love.
As far as the actually book goes (as opposed to my literature outbursts). It is an extremely well written novel about human tragedy in a time of war. It portrays in a brilliant collection of words the story of Biafra and Nigeria. I couldn’t put it down. It felt good to stay up all night reading and forgo my cell phone for the sturdy pages of my book. The writing is undeniably brilliant and stories perfectly placed. The book enthralled and educated me and I was left feeling deeply moved by the experience of reading it. I went away feeling ignorant about my world as well as newly educated (a rather odd Catch 22). This book is not stereotypical or simple but it does make some very complex issues easy to read and understand. It manages to cross many cultural divides both between the Nigerian people and those outside its borders. There are issues of love, there are issues of hate and there are issues of faith in a cause, in education and in religion. The novel calls for us to think about everything that we have and do. It shows how easily one can lose everything and when that happens how all you have left is your ideas, your morals and your brain and how losing the physical can put the abstract ones to test. I felt more educated then I ever felt on a book in school and I certainly walked away with a better lesson.
So for goodness-sake take Shakespeare off the damn menu and give us a taste of the real world… our world.