FAR UP! FAR OUT! FAR MORE!

By Omoseye Bolaji

Very interesting comments here. It would appear that there is nothing else to say. But what about the new book itself which I initially read in electronic form?     

I would like to approach the book in apparent sections, though there is no such formal distinction in the work itself; so my approach is personal. For those who have come to expect the unexpected, or a measure of twists and turns in Bolaji's writing, the following chapters would stand out: The Termagant, The Shocker, Lucy, The Library. 

Some humour runs through a great deal of the short pieces here, probably moreso in the following: Keeping abreast of things, The bizarre episode, What is this, The Taxi, and The Termagant.       

As regards sports, at least two of the chapters focus on this: The fervour of the hordes; and Reminiscences of a sportsman. The latter obviously contains an account from an ex-footballer of some substance who touches on some aspects of the game that would not occur to the ordinary fan.  

The chapter or story, Oloolu, stands out for its sustained tension and suspense. It is dramatic, terse, vivid, and I dare say frightening. It involves the old ancestral masquerades of west Africa, which Bolaji incidentally touched on in his book, Thoughts on Free State Writing (2002)

One would expect occasional solid references to literature in this work, though in the main it is actually limited. The author's tribute to the magnificent writer, Wole Soyinka is the major article in this wise; though there are many other literary allusions in chapters like, A Man of the People, The Man Died, The Library, and even in Oloolu.

       

The scholar, Achal Prabhala has contended that in real life there are glimpses of the "Misanthrope" in Bolaji himself. (He correlates this with his impressions of the novel, People of the Townships - by Bolaji). As this new work is clearly very personal by the author, any traces of this alleged misanthrophy?   *Above, artist s impression of Bolaji.
  

It appears so - especially in the chapter titled The lugubrious one which is apparently wrapped in gloom and negativity. We are not really prepared for the presentation of the protagonist as a "very sad person" especially as he confirms this himself in the narrative!

Yet I suspect that this might well be another example of the author's occasional feigned naivete - which is hinted at again in chapters like The Shocker, and Merry Xmas a la Shoprite. 

I commend Mr Bolaji for this new trolley of his never-ending creativity. There is a lot to learn from this work, with a few chuckles along the way.

* Review by Raphael Mokoena 
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