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Shelves: africa , global-intrigue , fiction , reads I recently read The Granta Book of the African Short Story, where the editor mentioned the overlooked influence Russian writers have over African writers. The prose and structural style of this novel made lucid that comment. There is a lot of sensory motion in this quietly paced novel of memory and I recently read The Granta Book of the African Short Story, where the editor mentioned the overlooked influence Russian writers have over African writers. There is a lot of sensory motion in this quietly paced novel of memory and regret. A man in his mid-sixties seeks asylum in the United Kingdom, after a life of turmoil with his neighbors in the Eastern region of Africa.

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Shelves: africa , global-intrigue , fiction , reads I recently read The Granta Book of the African Short Story, where the editor mentioned the overlooked influence Russian writers have over African writers. The prose and structural style of this novel made lucid that comment.

There is a lot of sensory motion in this quietly paced novel of memory and I recently read The Granta Book of the African Short Story, where the editor mentioned the overlooked influence Russian writers have over African writers. There is a lot of sensory motion in this quietly paced novel of memory and regret. A man in his mid-sixties seeks asylum in the United Kingdom, after a life of turmoil with his neighbors in the Eastern region of Africa.

Once a former furniture store owner in his homeland, he sold exquisite pieces to Europeans, lived comfortably, married the love of his life and they had a child. One day he meets a Persian dealer and what seems like an exciting business venture turns into a cataclysmic turn of events for him.

This Persian dealer destroys a local family view spoiler [through an illicit affair and lousy trade deal hide spoiler ] and leaves the country. The main character who uses a fake name in the UK is connected to the family destroyed and he faces the wrath of a corrupt government official who comes after him with vengeful force.

With no one and nothing to live for in his home, the narrator flees and seeks asylum. His only request is that he live by the sea. I wanted to sit alone in the dark and count the bones in my head. The story is a rumination, the style retrospective, prose mellifluous. As a reader, one sits in a house by the sea as the main character speaks. There is melancholy that makes him empathetic, but only if the reader is willing to stick to the somewhat superfluous narrative, wherein front story is often evaded by elongated backstory.

While in the UK, the main character encounters a son of the destroyed family; although the son has become a successful academic, he still has empty spaces that only the truth can fill.

Both characters are forced to face the past together. I needed to be shriven of the burden of events and stories which I have never been able to tell, and which by telling would fulfill the craving I feel to be listened to with understanding.

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Awards Critical perspective The writings of Abdulrazak Gurnah are dominated by the issues of identity and displacement and how these are shaped by the legacies of colonialism and slavery. They are constantly negotiating between their new lives and their past existences. To Gurnah, who, like his characters, experienced displacement from his native Zanzibar and migration to Britain when he was 17, identity is a matter of constant change and what the main characters in his novels do is precisely to unsettle the fixed identities of the people they encounter in the environments to where they migrate. Crossing as mixture and movement must be guarded against.

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Latif Mahmud sat leaning back, his gaunt face tight in a grimace of fortitude, his lips pressed together and widened into the beginning of a grotesque smile. The room was now in the lingering dusk of an English summer evening, a light which at first made me anxious and irresolute but which I was learning to tolerate. I was learning to resist drawing the curtains and flooding the room with light, just so as to expel the gloom of that slow leaden onset of night. I thought I should rise and make some more tea, put the light on in the kitchen, break the grip of the silence in which we had been sitting then for a few minutes.

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