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“Things Falls Apart” by Chinua Achebe

I was reading a review in Entertainment Weekly for the new short story collection “Say You’re One of Them” by Uwem Akpan, and it mentioned “Things Fall Apart” (1959) in a sidebar as the definitive classic African novel. I decided to dig in to that one first, and I’m glad I did. The story spans more than 45 years in the life of an African village, focusing mainly on a hardened man named Okonkwo who is determined never to show any type of weakness. As a child, he was sickened by his father’s laziness and debt, and forged himself into the embodiment of the opposite, with both admirable and deeply tragic consequences. When the white missionaries show up in the village, toward the end of the story, it feels like a violation, and I was saddened by the forced erasure of Okonkwo’s culture.

Achebe does a great job of explaining the terms, rituals, beliefs and superstitious of the villagers; I was surprised to realize that their general lifestyle was in some ways similar to that of the American Indians’ (at least, as they’re described in “Little Big Man” by Thomas Berger).

I did have some trouble keeping the names of the characters straight and had to leaf back and forth many times; certain characters show up briefly and are never heard from again, which occasionally threw me off.

Next up: “The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher” by Kate Summerscale. It’s a true-crime story set in the English countryside during 1860. So far (30 pages in) it’s riveting and disturbing.

Books: do not leave home without ‘em

I’ve quickly learned that not having a book on the bus makes the ride interminable (TV Transit actually gets some of its news from TMZ. The other day they reported on Usher’s “mom-ager” issues); last night all I had were the trades, which I got through in about 5 minutes, but with a book, I actually look forward to the reading time that being on the bus allows. In fact, unless it’s the weekend or I only have a few pages to go, I won’t read the book at home because I like the feeling of anticipation and forcing myself to let the books linger in my mind for a bit each day. On the weekend I’m allowed to devour an entire book, but during the week it’s nice to spread it out.

Books also allow me to keep to myself on the bus; add a pair of sunglasses and I’ve got the full “do not engage me” protective shell.

I started “Things Fall Apart” by Chinua Achebe this morning and got through 3 chapters.

Review of “Dogtown” by Mercedes Lambert coming soon. It takes place in L.A. and it’s eerily well-suited to riding around the city.