Set in the corrupt heart of the most corrupt city in the world, this stunning debut is probably the first genuine noir thriller by an African writer. And, if you’ll pardon the pun, noir doesn’t come blacker than this – a cross between the wildest dreams of Quentin Tarantino and Ian Rankin, multiplied over and again, but with an awful ring of truth about it.
London-based Nigerian writer and actor Adenle pulls absolutely no punches. From a family of writers, including his famous grandfather, King Oba Adeleye Adenle I, former ruler of Oshogbo in South West Nigeria, he presents Lagos as it is, with no apologies, no explanations.
Guy Collins, an unsuccessful English would-be journalist, is hunting for an election story in Lagos. Ignoring all advice, he goes out alone at night to a bar in Victoria Island – the poshest part of a city where crime is a way of life. A mutilated female body is found nearby and he is picked up as a possible witness or suspect.
A lawyer, Amaka, who acts as a guardian angel to the city’s prostitutes, believes he can help her expose the trade in witchcraft and body parts and frees him from custody. Together they set out on a quest which leads them from the open drains and filth of the mega-city’s back streets to the drawing rooms and champagne flutes of those who profit from crime and the ever-present corruption which reaches the highest in the land ...