crosses all borders, but so does beauty.
Americanah spans the Atlantic
Ocean, crossing Nigeria, to the United Kingdom, to the United States, and back,
and across the miles, the bond between Ifemelu and Obinze, somehow,
remains. In a novel that is
remarked upon for its lethal skewering of race in the United States and the way
American foreign policy affects nations the world over, a love story is created
that becomes a metaphor for so much more.
Obinze and Ifemelu leave their native Nigeria in search of something else—they
don’t really even know what, other than stories—in the west. And both, eventually, return to Nigeria
and find a way to make a life for themselves there. Along the way, the reader is introduced to a palette of
friends, relatives, and barest acquaintances who color every experience that
the pair have. Adichie revels in
the good and the bad, every scene a delight of sight and sound, grounding the
novel as something lived-in and worn with all the experience of real life.
style of the novel is matter-of-fact, confident in its lines, accepting no
nonsense. Adichie’s narrative
carries the reader along, as if in a trance, floating in that corner of
Ifemelu’s brain as if part of her.
Adichie layers narrative through the use of Ifemelu’s blog, allowing her
characters to say what needs to be said, have experiences that go beyond the
reach of a story and out into the real world. It’s a subtle and affecting novel, one that every reader in
the U.S. should pick up.
attuned to deeply personal narrative journeys will be spellbound by Ifemelu’s
journey and the experience of her inner consciousness. Those looking for something deeper than
your average Sparks or Picoult will enjoy the depths Adichie is able to reach
with such a simple-seeming plot.
Anyone interested in peeking outside the traditional realm of white
publishing should definitely get hold of this one.