April 15, 2021
Celebrated novelist (Americanah, 2013) and writer Adichie offers deeply etched testimony to the devastation she endured in the U.S. when her adored father died unexpectedly of kidney disease an ocean away in Nigeria during the COVID-19 lockdown. Shock, rage, and pain--physical and psychic--are built into the stronghold of her syntax as she recounts the Zoom calls she and her large family conducted to stay in as close-as-possible touch during the long, stressful separation, communication abruptly derailed by her father's hard-to-accept absence. Memories slowly cohere into a portrait of Adichie's father as Nigeria's first professor of statistics and deputy vice chancellor at the University of Nigeria (where her mother was the first woman registrar) as well as a man of attentiveness, humor, wisdom, and kindness. Adichie reflects on the crucial role he played in her life, teaching her, among many lessons, that "learning is never-ending." Adichie's exquisitely forthright chronicle of grief generously articulates the harrowing amplification of sorrow, helplessness, and loss during the COVID-19 pandemic, making this an intimate and essential illumination of a tragic time.
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May 7, 2021
With this latest work, Adichie (Americanah; We Should All Be Feminists) offers a brief but deeply poignant meditation on the sensations of grief and the way the COVID-19 pandemic has further complicated mourning. Adichie unexpectedly lost her beloved father, James Nwoye Adichie, in the early days of 2020. This slim volume describes her feelings of disillusionment, disappointment, and heartbreak, with a quiet, articulate account of the events after his death. As a celebration of her father's life, the narrative is also a compelling and poignant ode to their relationship. While there is deep sadness in each brief chapter, there is also comfort in how accurately Adichie captures the tense and overwhelming times that follow shortly after a loss. Adichie shares how she struggled with grieving from a distance (she lives in the United States, far from her father in Nigeria), and how the world seemed to move on while she felt stuck in place. VERDICT A worthwhile mediation on coming to terms with grief. Especially as we continue to reckon with loss, this reflective account will be valuable to the many people unexpectedly grieving from afar.--Rachel Rosenberg, North Vancouver District Lib., BC
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Starred review from March 15, 2021
An affecting paean to the author's father, James Nwoye Adichie (1932-2020). "I am writing about my father in the past tense, and I cannot believe I am writing about my father in the past tense." So writes award-winning Nigerian novelist Adichie, reflecting on her father's remarkable life in this slim volume. The first professor of statistics in his country, James lived an eventful and sometimes fraught life. During the Biafran War, for instance, Nigerian soldiers burned all his books, which American colleagues rushed to replace--and, Adichie adds, sent bookshelves as well. He courted the author's mother sight unseen: A relative bragged about the young scholar, saying he needed an educated wife: "A relative of hers said that she was educated and beautiful, fair as an egret. Fair as an egret! O na-enwu ka ugbana! Another standing family joke." Funny and principled, James died during the pandemic--not of the virus but kidney disease. Compounding her grief was distance, and Adichie and her siblings followed Igbo tradition by making an "immediate pivot from pain to planning." In one Zoom call after another, they arranged a burial on an approved Friday that's not a holiday, since Fridays are the one day the parish priest will bury an elderly person--and, Adichie writes, not being given a proper funeral is a fear that amounts to existential dread among people of her father's generation. She moves through some of the classic stages of grief, including no small amount of anger--at the well-meaning but empty word demise as well as the ineffectual condolences of well-meaning people: " 'It has happened, so just celebrate his life, ' an old friend wrote, and it incensed me." Eventually, the author reflects on a newfound awareness of mortality and finds a "new urgency" to live her life and do her work in the ever present shadow of death. An elegant, moving contribution to the literature of death and dying.
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