I had to read this as part of my african literature course. I found it alot of superstitious dribble wherin the the characters were gossip whores who broke into random, senseless fights.
Withcraft, AIDS, tribal customs, weird church services and rediculously convoluted speach featured. Dazzlingly horrendous monologue example: "You see, I am an old man and what my sister-in-law forgets is that a reed may be old, yet it holds an impeccable record of killing barbel fish. You see, my mouth might hold the stench of all the world's known foods that I have feasted on, but what it issues holds the potency to mould (interjection: Editor? Were you on crack?) I grieve at the bottomless pit of my heart at the passing away of my brother and his orphaned infants. I do not believe his intestines were rotten."
I can only say I'm glad it's over. The visits from "supernatural" omens like twin whirlwinds, a hooting owl and a vulture aside, the fact that in the story a python tears a chunk of flesh from a ladies arm had me dying a little on the inside.
I think this books is an insult to all talented African writers everywhere, and I find it impossible to understand how this particular author has won awards for his writing.
This is a very good book, African village setting. Death, death, sweet death. manly will disagreed, So I have to say evil death, especially the way death is perceived in many African villages. You could be viewed as responsible of someone's death, without you you even knowing it, the whole village knows and talking .