Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe

 Achebe and Wole Soyinka were near contemporaries who brought African literature to world notice in 1958, Soyinka with his first stage play, Achebe with this novel.   Soyinka went on to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, and rightly so.    Achebe didn't publish enough - just five novels in almost fifty years.

It's interesting that both men were Nigerian and both finished their education in England.   Solyinka, however, was upper middle class with a Yoruba background whereas Achebe was Igbo and rural.   Things Fall Apart was his first and most important novel.    Broadly speaking it is certainly a novel.   It has a central character, the famous wrestler Okonkwo, and is in three parts: Okonkwo's life as a distinguished resident of his village; exile from his fatherland to his motherland after he accidentally kills a young man; and his return to Umuofia to find that Christian missionaries have established a church and the old ways which Okonkwo fought so hard to live up to are quickly falling apart.   It is this last phase which finally lets us date the story to the end of the nineteenth century, otherwise everything is as it always was.

Whilst Okonkwo is the central character, Achebe explores the ancient traditions, myths and religious practice.   These can be bizarre and brutal on the one hand, beautiful on the other, particularly in terms of the animal stories the mothers tell to their children.   Underlying it all is a discourse on the male and female aspects of life.   Okonkwo is ultra male because his father was an idler and a failure.   Okonkwo barely remembers his mother but when he goes into exile in her home village he is welcomed as a long-lost child.   Okonkwo's eldest son is a failure despite his father's attempts to beat some masculinity into him.   He becomes an early convert to the Christians.   Okonkwo wishes that his daughter Ezinma, by his second wife, could succeed him.   He cannot say this openly, of course.   Such things are not possible.

Things Fall Apart really is a literary masterpiece - complex yet beautifully simple.   It was written in English and first published here by Heinemann.   I am keen to explore more African literature, especially by black authors.   Hitherto the only African literature I have read and seen are the plays of Athol Fugard, who has always been on the right side of the argument but was never one of the oppressed.