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336 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2004
come to my blog!But it was one thing to face an African community and tell them how to treat a woman like a person. It was entirely another to face an African dictatorship and tell them how to treat people like citizens.Reading this so soon after devouring Elena Ferrante's first three Neapolitan novels, I was struck by the overlap of interests of these books: a memoir-esque account of a girlhood friendship between two clever girls that remains a lifelong touchstone as they grow up to struggle against patriarchy, against oppression. The political situations of the books are different, though both cover many brutal events, and Atta's novel left me feeling a lot more optimistic and emotionally satisfied. There is less emotional ambiguity in its ending. (And I loved the ending! Atta nails the last part of the book beautifully. The book earns its title, not with the amount of awfulness and heartbreak it--and protagonist Enitan--endures, but because it insists that all those pieces matter.)
By the time they came of age, millions of personalities were channeled into about three prototypes: strong and silent, chatterbox but cheerful, weak and kind-hearted. All the rest were known as horrible women. I wanted to tell everyone, "I! Am! Not! Satisfied with these options!" I was ready to tear every notion they had about women, like one of those little dogs with trousers in their teeth. They would not let go until there was nothing but shreds, and I would not let go until I was heard. Sometimes it felt like I was fighting annihilation. But surely it was in the interest of self-preservation to fight what felt like annihilation? If a person swiped a fly and the fly flew higher, would the fly become a flyist?I can see the flaws of Everything Good Will Come, and I can predict all the ways other readers might find it unappealing (I'm sure the feminism in this book is considered too didactic by readers, the time-skipping structure doesn't seem to lift the narrative well, the book didn't always smoothly integrate its exposition, and I was alternately in love with or frustrated by the prose--but my favorite line was, "My mother was hollow, I thought. There was nothing in her. Like a drum, she could seize my heartbeat, but that was all."). I still really liked this book, though.
I sighed. "I want to be something like…like president."
"Eh? Women are not presidents."
"Why not?"
"Our men won't stand for it. Who will cook for your husband?"
"He will cook for himself."
"What if he refuses?"
"I'll drive him away."
"You can't," she said.
"Yes I can. Who wants to marry him anyway?"
"What if they kill you in a coup?"
"I'll kill them back."
"What kind of dream is that?"
"Mine." I smirked.