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A Chapter in Literary Wonderlands

literary wonderlandsI’m thrilled to announce that I am contributing a chapter to the book “Literary Wonderlands”, a book that “seeks to bring together the greatest ‘created’ worlds of literature in one beautifully designed and illustrated single volume.” More about the project here

The book is being edited by Laura Miller (co-founder of Salon.com), and contributors include Adam Roberts, Julia Eccleshare, Lev Grossman and Lisa Tuttle. It will be published by Elwin Street Productions by November 1. You can pre-order it here.

My chapter is on Nnedi Okorafor’s “Lagoon“, the only African novel in the list of 100. The novel examines a post-apocalyptic Lagos during and after an alien invasion. Here’s a summary from Amazon:

“After word gets out on the Internet that aliens have landed in the waters outside of the world’s fifth most populous city, chaos ensues. Soon the military, religious leaders, thieves, and crackpots are trying to control the message on YouTube and on the streets. Meanwhile, the earth’s political superpowers are considering a preemptive nuclear launch to eradicate the intruders. All that stands between seventeen million anarchic residents and death is an alien ambassador, a biologist, a rapper, a soldier, and a myth that may be the size of a giant spider, or a god revealed.”

 I interviewed the author about it a while ago for The Guardian here.

Reasons Why We Write

by Afọlábí Bólúwatifẹ́

IX

Because forgetting

is unforgivable,

irredeemable even

and we must not go too far

from redemption

beyond reach-

of  Abram’s water drops.

VIII

Because pain must be kept-

safe

to be felt

again

and again.

VII

Because we must never stop trying

to define beauty

even when our inks embrace emptiness

and pens fall into pits-

of clichés

and stereotypes.

VI

Because fragnance is transient

and a sunrise

is never complete

without words-

radiant,

magical,

warm.

V

Because time is infinite

and life is measured in spaces-

between seconds

between laughters

between tears.

IV

Because they said-

feelings are just biochemical reactions

in the blood and brain’

neurotransmitters bumping against receptors-

exciting

inhibiting

exciting.

But we had to prove Loewi wrong.

III

Because words don’t die

and immortality has not lost the gaiety

that bewitched Galahad

so we still attempt

to bury parts,

organs-

in alphabets

and phrases

and paragraphs.

II

Because of voices

between sulci and gyri

that won’t stop whispering-

puns,

quips,

poetry.

That have grown resistant to Haloperidol.

I

Because,

Because one thousand  poems are not enough.

Because there is always space for one more-

I am lost without youboluwatife

I can’t live without you

I am empty without you.’ 

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Afọlábí Bólúwatifẹ́ is a 4th Year Clinical student at the University College Hospital(UCH), Ibadan. He is passionate to a fault about poetry and is currently working on publishing his first collection of poetry. His poems have been published on Kalahari Review, Kollectiv, several online blogs and some editorial boards at the University.

He tweets via @oluafolabi.

Three Poems by Yemi Adesanya

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Slayed by a Muse

Once upon a heart beating oxygen rich lines

Valves of words and arteries of rhymes

A muse hit the source, it beat too fast

Flooded veins in shock

They got no weather forecast!

Once upon a girl dancing to a broken song

Steps of yawns, her moves all wrong

A trip to Musedale was too much fun

Drank the whole pub

See how far gone she is!

Gushing streams of crimson lyrical richness

Fight to be unleashed in clots of definite dizziness

Sudden letting turns to pooling bytes

All valves are broken;

What an eloquent way to die!

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Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went off the grid

To pet a rampant boner

Jack came first and spilled his spunk

Then Jill came, trembling after.

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Special Characters

Awaken from a Comma,

As someone shouted: “His Colon is on fire!”

Saved by a timely Exclamation!

Now he’s gotta live with a Semicolon;

Punched by Punctuation Mark

Who thought he could win an Apostrophe for the move

‘Twas pretty stupid, Period.

The hypocrisy of a Hyphen

Joining two unmarried words

In pseudo-matrimony; don’t Quote me

But I’d say, “There’s a big Question Mark there.”  Wouldn’t you?

What a bunch of Special Characters!

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Yemi Adesanya is the author of Musings of a Tangled Tongue, now available on Amazon (Kindle and Paperback), Lulu, and Okada Books. In her other life, she disguises as an accountant and risk manager, in Lagos, Nigeria, where she lives with her husband and children. These poems were taken from the book, with the permission of the author. More of her poems can be found here.

A Three-Book Review

ReaganBeckel MutoI’ve just finished reading Joe Muto’s An Atheist in the Foxhole: A Liberal’s Eight-Year Odyssey Inside the Heart of the Right-Wing Media. It is the third of non-fiction books that I read over the last two weeks. And for some reason, they all happen to revolve around a certain preoccupation: politics, especially in the right-wing quarters of the United States. The other two are Bob Beckel’s I Should Be Dead: My Life Servicing Politics, TV, and Addiction and Bill O’Reilly’s Killing Reagan: The Violent Assault That Changed a Presidency. They also happen to have notable dissimilarities.

What they all have in common, though, other than aforementioned similarities and that they are all non-fiction – which always gets my attention every time, is that they were all written by people who either are current (O’Reilly) or past (Muto, Beckel) employees of the Fox News Channel, America’s enigmatic but highly successful conservative television channel; a business enterprise of Rupert Murdoch, an Australian billionaire.

Muto’s book details his train-wreck adventure as a liberal-minded employee through an eight-year career in America’s most right-wing media company, a career that ended in ruins when he turned into a mole for the website Gawker in April 2012. More than giving a rare insight, with notable anecdotes, into the working of the media house, its politics and successes, it also portrays a sympathetic image of the employee himself. Like many others in the company, and in perhaps many other such organisations around the country, the writer didn’t start out being conservative or in any way supportive of the employer’s political and business viewpoints. He only wanted a job in a tough economy, and a chance to build a life with his girlfriend whom he had brought into New York from a small town. And through a series of justifiable (and sometimes hilariously contrived) compromises meant to keep him in the good graces of his employers, he worked his way from a Production Assistant to an Associate Producer for the channel’s most highly-rated programme. Then blew it. Publicly. What was to be learnt from reading the book other than how to throw away an eight-year career in the most ignoble manner? Not much, but it was nonetheless a good account that read like a fast-paced thriller. The writer may not be glad about the way his career ended, but he was sure glad to have left as we are of his decision to write the book. He had a keen eye for details, and his observations, especially of his former colleagues, seemed fair and measured.

In Bob Beckel’s book, one lives through the civil rights era of 60s America through the unlikely journey of a child from an abusive alcoholic home who, in a few short years, became the Deputy Assistant Secretary of State in the Jimmy Carter White House and later the campaign manager of a presidential candidate (who lost 49 out of 50 states, no less). The book details not just the notable events of these times and the author’s personal successes, but also his failings and struggles with drugs and alcoholism, and his eventual redemption. I first knew Bob through The Five, a roundtable political news conversation show at 5pm on Fox where he was the resident liberal against four conservative hosts. His geniality, unconventionality, and resilience as he held his own successfully against the usual misinformation and sometimes just merely surly temperament of his co-hosts was stuff of legends. It was easy to root for him: a lone sane voice in the wilderness. He, of course, notably got just as surly himself, ending up as a butt of brutal jokes when he advocated for the ban on muslims coming into the US, a suggestion apparently not risible enough for Donald Trump, the Republican frontrunner to eventually picked it up many years later. Bob’s attempt with this book however is one of honesty and courage in telling a story that is at once self-reflective as it is self-incriminating. The subject is both its conquering hero as its remorseful villain. The reader leaves its pages understanding the causes, cost, and cure for alcoholism and addiction. And, more importantly, gaining sufficient empathy for its victims around us. It is certainly a book to recommend, and I do so, strongly.

The third, a biography of sorts, was Bill O’Reilly’s Killing Reagan which revisits the assassination attempt on the president’s life in March 1981, just two months after he was sworn in. The book details not just the former Hollywood actor’s rise to fame and mythology from a humble mid-western (and liberal) background, but also the effect of the assassination attempt (and his Alzheimer’s disease which was said to have started a little bit afterwards) on his presidency and legacy. Fascinating, also, was his relationship with his wife Nancy (whom he married after the failure of his first marriage to a fellow Hollywood star, Jane Wyman) and who turned out to be his rock-solid companion and shield (and, as some insinuated, manipulator). Not only did she endure the loneliness of his last years when he lost the ability to recognise her or anyone, she also had to live twelve more years alone without the man she had loved for most of her life. It was a well-written story, which introduced the former president to anyone curious about his life and legacy. The book wasn’t without its critics, however: some Reagan loyalists and other reviewers thought that O’Reilly exaggerated the effect of the disease on the president’s performance in office, among other untruths. Bill, for some reason, continues to dominate not just cable news with his O’Reilly Factor but also the Bestseller lists with his Killing series. Like Killing KennedyKilling LincolnKilling Patton, and Killing Jesus, before it, Killing Reagan continues the trend of entertaining (and informing, I must admit) readers through the non-fiction medium, sometimes through dubious or exaggerated reportage, but always with a single-mindedness of purpose.

loudestA figure that stood out of these three books, like a brooding shadow, was that of Roger Ailes, Fox News’ boss. It was he who is reputed to have built the cable channel out of nothing, discovered and made its on-air talents into national figures, and continues to drive liberals crazy around the country with his enigmatic and unapologetic successful conservative persona. But in the three books, Dr. Ailes is a number of different people. Joe Muto’s Mole dedicated a notable space to describing how his micromanaging style, and politics, ensured that all those who worked at Fox took care to either tow the party line as true believers, or fake their way into promotion and prominence by appearing to be as conservative as desired: an image of a paranoid invisible puppeteer. In O’Reilly’s Killing, he was a genius who kept Richard Nixon’s administration television-friendly, thus minimising the damage it would otherwise have got earlier on. He, it was, during the re-election campaign of Ronald Reagan, who (as a hired political consultant) came up with the killer response that damaged the Mondale Campaign (and, by extension, Bob Beckel’s campaign career) in 1984. More than that episode, for Beckel, Roger Ailes was also the man who – after decades of failure and impending ruin – offered a lifeline by giving him a job on Fox News as a contributor, and eventually as a co-host on The Five: a smart but benevolent operator who holds no grudges against former opponents. The portrayal of his genius (or deviousness as the case may be) has now driven me to buy this promising biography of his, written without his support or approval.

These three books were a delightful, and surprisingly easy, read, as most non-fiction works tend to be in my experience. They were worth each cent, and gave me a deeper peek into the workings of the US media, politics, and journalism in general. It certainly delighted the part of my brain that has always wanted to write a memoir or someone else’s biography in the future, though not necessarily the part in search of a clever turn of phrase or some delightful serving of English prose in its literary glory. Still, not a wasted time in the company of lived history.

POEM REVIEW: Musings of Something Colourfully Sweet

musingsby Joyce Odukoya (@joyceodukoya)

Title: Musings of a Tangled Tongue

Author: Yemi Adesanya (@toyosilagos)

Version: Kindle & Paperback (POD)

I haven’t read a book of poems since I left secondary school, years ago. So, when the author of Musings of a Tangled Tongue, Yemi Adesanya, told me she had written a book of poems, I looked forward to it because I had read her poems on twitter and thought they were really creative and well written. I wasn’t disappointed when I finally got around to reading it.

The poems reflect the author’s delightful and interesting personality as captured in my interactions with her on twitter. If I was to compliment the collection of poems in one word, I would say that it is “fresh” (check urban dictionary or think of will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas using the word in approval for The Voice contestants!)

The author’s use of a rich metaphor to convey her messages in the poems is evident from the first poem, Here Lies Lust. It creates a vivid imagery in the mind of the reader and reveals greater truths about the subject matter of the poems.

The poems cover various subjects including; love (Love in Designer Threads, I Want to Love You, Love in Vine and Wine) unrequited love (Cold Steel: “Get a life babe,” he whispered, “I have no time for love”)  lust (Here Lies Lust, Jack and Jill and Dear Fred), secrets (Zara’s Secrets) growing old (Old Number) and staying young (Forever Living: Who wants to live forever and a day, Nature would groan if all avoided this fate) and everyday issues like Sleepless Nights, Snoring is the Devil’s Chorus and Monday Madness.

Random musings about Loafday, which the author hopes will one day be a word in the dictionary (On Saturdays, I laze away…) and about (Mc) Hunger (And bulging bloodshot eyes match my bank balance).

In Was Born in Sin, the author explores the Christian faith and reveals an inquisitive mind not afraid to question the status quo. I loved reading every last line of the stanzas which was written in Nigerian Pidgin.

Mind Mirage is about inane lines. My verdict…absolutely bonkers!

Special Characters which is about grammatical punctuations reveals the author’s vivid imagination and creativity.

No Kidding reads like the lyrics of a rap song. It’s one of my favourite poems. Holla!

The poems are full of unforgettable lines such as “Like death of a wanted infant before its Christening” in Crackles of Soulful Melody and “Dance this day like the groom is not a dick” in Bless This Day, a poem about the days of the week.

Nothing is off limits with the author, in Gray Valentine Shades which is a sad poem about relationships, there is a stanza about sadomasochism (hello, Fifty Shades of Grey). The sadness of Gray Valentine Shades is balanced by the joy in Bright Valentine Shades a few poems later.

My favourite poem is Halleluyah, which the author states could be sung to the tune of “Halleluyah” by Leonard Cohen. Its stanzas cover relationships, the state of Nigeria’s economy and its last elections and even zebra crossings. I sung the poem, of course.

I would recommend the book Musings of a Tangled Tongue. It is a wonderful collection of poems which includes traditional poems as well as a contemporary take on poetry. For lovers of poetry, it is a treat and for those who don’t ordinarily read books of poems, it is a gentle introduction into reading poems once again.

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Joyce Odukoya can be found on twitter at @JoyceOdukoya