During the weekend, I read Chigozie Obioma’s The Fishermen. The reading was punctuated by an unending commentary that may be summed up thus: “You should read this book.” I cannot believe this book is this good. I will try to talk about the book while not giving spoilers. It is a book that thrives on the suspense so skilfully woven that leaves the reader quivering on the brink of many emotions. It will make you laugh. At some points, I could not help but gasp. It is the story of Mr Agwu, his wife and six children: Ikenna, Boja, Obembe, Ben, David and Nkem. What I find most beautiful is the intense animal metaphors through which Obioma builds plot and characters.
I enjoyed the book immensely. If I were to have a say, I
would say while the book is titled “The Fishermen”, do not be deceived. There
are fishermen in the books but the mad men stole the show. The book has madness
springing up where you do not expect it.
It calls to mind Chinua Achebe’s “The Madman.” When a
well-to-do man on the verge of picking a title runs into the village naked on
the heels of the mad man who has stolen his clothes, we cannot help but feel
his anger at the mad man, however, we must concede that he had his minute of madness during which he
forgot that he was naked.
In Obioma’s The
Fishermen, Abulu, the madman speaks and turns the Agwu family upside down.
It is a madness that will fall to the ground and tumble around for years. In
the end, one would ponder if they were mad for dancing to the tune of the mad
man in the first place.
What I find most interesting however is the way Obioma
succeeds in engaging the bigger issues of postcolonial Africa and leads one to
find the madness of a postcolonial society. What is more, Achebe’s Okonkwo
becomes the motivation for Obembe’s actions, to dire consequences.
In the end, Obioma’s The Fishermen by intricately depicting madness and its course
invites us to contemplate our own collective madness and be compelled to be
ashamed of our nakedness. It catches a postcolonial nation lingering at the
edge of the market naked. If we, as a whole, hearken to Obioma’s voice, perhaps
it is time for us to leave the mad man to get off with the clothes he has
stolen, it is time to return home and be
sane.
Simply put, it has been a long while I read a book that
did not beg the question “And so?” Read Obioma’s The
Fishermen if you want to know what
boys are up to when they are not raping or bullying girls. It is- pardon me
this singular cliché- a breath of fresh air.
Always admired your insightful depths. Here it is again, unwittingly displayed. You are pardoned
ReplyDeleteGood review! I will pick the book up soon.
ReplyDeleteInsightful piece. Getting my copy soon
ReplyDeleteHmmm. Now you want me to get my copy!
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