I've looked forward to this book for a long time. Having read Binyavanga's writing and having heard him speak,I eagerly waited to see what a "full" book from him would look like. I haven't been disappointed.
Binyavanga writes a heartfelt account of a middle class, book-loving Kenyan boy's growing up, from the 70s through to the 90s, a riotous period. In beautiful poignant language that evoked for me memories of my own childhood in West Africa,he explores issues of class, religion, politics, family and community, subtly and in an engaging manner.
His travels take him to South Africa and Uganda, broadening our view; his chronicles enriched by his perceptive eye;
I had worried that I would find this book too highbrow, but it is written in a deceptively simple language whose beauty had me catching my breath more than once, such as when he writes of "Congo music with wayward voices, thick as hot honey..."
6 years ago, Wainaina published the sharp satirical Granta piece, "How to Write About Africa" In his book, he presents a picture of an African boy growing up in its rich and varied complexity.
Any criticisms? Sometimes he goes off on an almost other-worldly riff but even then, his writing is so evocative that I couldn't hold it against him
Wainaina has kept his promise