Inspired by Achebe
“Would anyone possibly buy a novel by an African?” At Salon, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie offers an appreciation of Chinua Achebe.
“Would anyone possibly buy a novel by an African?” At Salon, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie offers an appreciation of Chinua Achebe.
“My mother spoke to me once after she was dead.” That’s the first sentence of Rupert Thomson’s forthcoming memoir, This Party’s Got to Stop, which I started reading last night and am loving and rationing. (I’m in lockdown at my sister’s place, getting some writing done; also, I’ve waited a long time for this book and don’t want to . . .
The house that Edwidge Danticat calls home while in Haiti collapsed on and killed her cousin Maxo, who was denied asylum in the U.S. several years ago. (See also.)
I’m curious about Dwayne Raymond’s memoir of his friendship with Norman Mailer. See also When Mailer almost profiled Obama.
Should Emerson be ejected from the canon? Two professors say he writes like a crazy person and teaches students to do the same. Sonya Chung disagrees.