Yvonne owuor presents an intriguing protagonist in Boniface Louis R Kuseremane. If you think his name is a mouthful, wait till you read the words that make you reach for your inner Oxford Dictionary; or in other cases, the real one!
This is the story of a man who once had the universe at his feet. A man used to glamour, refined food, beautiful women and
Chinua Achebe has written master works of fiction. That being said there are people (like @BreeWambui says she is) who don’t read fiction, I have no idea why but I respect their decision. Clearly I am not alone. This is the perfect book for one who wants to read non fiction from one of the kings of fiction.
The book takes us through the journey of Achebe’s life all in three elegant essays. Well, the back of the book described them as elegant and I really have no better word to describe how he writes in this book
This is one of those books. You know those ones I’m talking about. The ones you will either love immensely or despise right from the beginning. Turning the pages of the book one can see how the book can be dismissed as utter bullshit or believed as a good story. Both ways it makes for a good story, no one can take that away from Mr. Okri. As always, however, let us start, at the start.
If writing a book review for Children of our alley was akin to writing a review of books then by all means reviewing Fresh paint is like reviewing a library. The book is a product of AMKA Kenya’s monthly meetings as a space for female writers in Kenya to be creative. Most of the authors in the book are actually first timers when it comes to being published and I must say, for a first time, they’ve tried.
Most of my reading is done on buses, in people’s receptions and on my bed. In that particular order, so apart from on my bed most of the places I read involve a couple of stares from people, and I’m okay with that. I know you are probably wondering what this has to do with the fascinating piece of literature that is Dark is A Colour. Well, here’s the thing. This book is young adult fiction. Written for young adults, large print words simple language and everything. SO you can imagine the looks I got on the bus when me, a grown man,
Okay fine, you got me. This isn’t exactly the most recent book o the shelves. In fact it is probably one of those that have gathered dust and will make you sneeze once you open them. That being said it is one of those books that you really can’t say have aged a single bit on the shelves. To Kill A Mockingbird is set in Maycomb Alabama in 1932 and shows the story of small town stereotypes and racism through
Something feels wrong a bout writing a book review about this book. Not because it is not worthy of a book review, in fact far from it, it is by far one of the best pieces of proper literature that I have read. What makes it seem wrong to be writing a book review about Reading Lolita In Tehran is that the book itself is a book review.
Coming to the end of this book one must be obliged to say that what I am writing is not a book review but a review of books. The children of our alley is a collection of stories (five to be exact). Originally published in Arabic in 1959, under the title Awlad haratina the book has the ability to hold you in with the prose poetry kind of writing and musical dance on words.
Naguib tales one on a journey that is full of laughs cries and
“The full, final and complete title of my bullshit story is: Allah is not obliged to be fair about all the things he does here on earth.” I believe I should just end the review there for this week. I really should, because when a book starts with an opening line as profound, as powerful as that you know you are in for a ride and a half. Set in central Africa this is a ten year olds account as a child soldier and all the stuff he has been through and seen. A story that tells of dictators, coup de tats, medicine men (grigrimen),
Have you ever read a poem that makes you feel like you are exactly in the shoes of the person who is writing it? A poem that places you at the scene of the inspiration and makes you feel as if you are watching the event as it happens. No, not intruding on the sanctity of the event but are in fact a welcome guest to the events. It is almost as if the characters in the poem are acting for you and you are their audience and hence they would do anything to impress you?
