Stop reading whatever you reading now. Keep it aside. Leave it for now. Because the Book of the Year has arrived. Breathtaking in scope, flawless in execution, and brimming with lyrical passion, Under the Udala Trees is a masterpiece.
Those who know me know that one of my all-time favorite writers is Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. She writes of a Nigerian soul in words that I wish I can conjure myself. If I ever meet her, I know I would be reduced to a quacking duck, unable to express the awe and respect her writing inspires me. Now, I have just finished reading Chinelo Okparanta, and I know that I would also be a quaking duck in her presence. Under the Udala Trees is at once a look at Nigeria, starting from the Biafran War that tore the country apart in the 1960s, and also at heart a deep story of love and yearning. It's about the relationships that define and the choices we make. It's moving. It's human. It's filled with emotion. I can't remember a sentence that was out of place. Or even a word that didn't belong. It's simply a story. A beautiful story complex with love, life, and the inexorable passage of time. One that will stay with you long after you finish the last page.
Am I extolling this book too much? No! I feel I traveled to Nigeria, sat on the branches of the udala trees, and savored yam, while seeing luscious guava trees in front of my house. If words were pictures, then Okparanta has weaved an entire cinematic experience. How many books can do that to me? Considering that the previous book before I picked this one up was Margaret Atwood's The Heart Goes Last, Okparanta outshined one of the greatest writers of this century. What's the story, you may ask? Think Civil War. Think Despair. Death. Love. Life. All the scavengers of hope that war brings with it. Think young Ijeoma and her mother trying to resurrect life from the embers of the war. Symbolic that Ijeoma means "journey" in Igbo. On her journey through life, Ijeoma is left behind while her mother tries to return to her parent's house to rebuild their future. Staying with the unnamed "grammar school teacher and his wife," Ijeoma takes the first tentative steps to love. And falls in love with a girl. In deeply conservative Nigeria, which is the second-most religious country in the world, that is a crime. Death by stoning, even. The story then follows her as Ijeoma grapples with her feelings and her often chaotic relationship with her Bible-toting mother. Religious themes are often interspersed in their arguments.
"E’li, E’li, la’ma sab ach tha’ni? My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Ijeoma asks at one point in despair. And as I read through the novel at 1AM on a Sunday night, despite knowing that work awaits me tomorrow, I knew that I wanted to know the answer. Does the answer lie in Ijeoma's surrender to society by marrying a "good decent man?" Will her choice, however logical it may be, define her life? That's the journey that the book invites you to take. I haven't traveled to a better place this year.
Verdict: Masterpiece.
Rating: 5/5
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