Because amazingly wonderful books deserve to at least be mentioned on this blog. And Half of a Yellow Sun definitely falls into that category. This might be my favourite book of the year thus far. And of course, it being wonderfully complex and intelligent and all the things I want in a book, I felt I could not articulate my love adequately if I tried. Thus, procrastinating on writing about it led me to this post seven months after finishing the book. You will just have to take my word for it. And however hesitant I usually feel about giving you my word that a book is worth reading, that everyone should read it – I dare to do so now.
Why did I so utterly and completely love this, you may ask?
Because it convinced me that Adichie is one of the most intelligent authors I have read. That she manages to convey the complexity of situations, relationships, of power, in an adequate and utterly heartfelt way. Without becoming dry or repetitive. Instead, she makes the reader care, and deeply.
This book about the civil war in 1960s Nigeria, about the temporary founding of Biafra, reads like one long advocacy for intersectionality without becoming scholarly or dry in any way. Because it acknowledges so much of what I’d like to see acknowledged. This is one of those books that I simply want to hug close, and look at repeatedly because I wish I could write even a fraction like Adichie does.
See, I simply cannot articulate it. Perhaps I will be able to do so by the time I reread this, as I am sure I will. But first, I have two more novels by Adichie waiting for me: Purple Hibiscus and Americanah.
In the meantime, perhaps this TED talk by Adichie will convince you to give her a try, it is called “The Danger of a Single Story”: