I love this book. I hate it too. I feel all manner of healthy and unhealthy things about Seasons of Crimson Blossoms. I also know the smell of cockroaches because I grew up in a house that smelled of giant cockroaches, thanks to the infestation from and at the neighbour’s house. Those damned insects never died, and they moved houses with us twice. The third time we got a liquid exterminator. Anyway, I am glad someone else knows how roaches smell.
I like how you italicise the English. It is a secondary language in Africa and belongs in italics. I love how you, like most Nigerian authors, put your people’s food in your stories without any apologies. Reminds me of the day I specifically told a Nigerian waiter to tell the chef not to put pepper in my food. He promised me that there would be no traces of pepper in my order but lo and behold my plate came with 10 times the fire it may have originally been intended to have. Spite? No. Making a point? Yes, the chef was just telling me that you guys love your food as it is and you will not spare us the details. No matter where! Out here we just write about tea, coffee and fries. Cause we so English-American!
I hate that you put books and writers in your book (my pet peeve) and I forgave you halfheartedly until I saw that god forsaken, pointless, mamafucker of a book, Life of Pi. I hate that book. And I hated it more whe ... Read Full Review