Noo Saro-Wiwa

La prima cose che mi sento di scrivere su questo libro è che Noo Saro-Wiwa è una donna molto intelligente, che, nonostante non abbia ricordi molto positivi del suo Paese d’origine, la Nigeria, riesce a mantenere uno sguardo critico scevro da qualunque rancore e risentimento. Il punto di vista di Saro-Wiwa è acuto e questo fa di In cerca di Transwonderland un preziosissimo libro sulla Nigeria.

La seconda cosa è che Saro-Wiwa non è una turista, ma una viaggiatrice: non si limita a provare luoghi di interesse turistico per poi riportarne le sue impressioni, ma vive ogni posto nel quale si reca e ci trasmette innanzitutto cultura e spirito, qualcosa che non si trova nelle classiche guide turistiche e che mi ha fatto amare In cerca di Transwonderland (che, detto per inciso, è appassionante come un romanzo… si macinano pagine perché non si vede l’ora di visitare il prossimo luogo e di sapere cosa vi troverà Saro-Wiwa).

Infine, l’autrice è molto adattabile. Per quanto, infatti, da piccola abbia passato le vacanze estive nel villaggio d’origine, stiamo parlando di una donna abituata a tutte le comodità di una città inglese: a parole siamo tutt* brav*, ma pensate anche solo alla possibilità di non avere la corrente elettrica a vostra disposizione quando ne avete bisogno o alla necessità di prendere un okada, che sfreccia nel caotico traffico cittadino incurante di qualunque codice stradale…… (plus d'informations)

A mediocre travel book. Saro-Wiwa is too often unwilling to engage with other people along the way. For example, when visiting the (underwhelming, powerless) National Museum in Lagos, she is annoyed when the staffers focus on a German tourist: "All interest in me disappeared. I felt irked. Why focus all their attention on this German when they'd be better off getting a juicy tip fro him and me both?" Instead of learning anything from the museum employees, she takes it as an opportunity to be offended and wanders around the museum by herself.

The author gets some of her self worth from her identity as a Nigerian, but she is also afraid of it (her father was killed for political reasons), and she largely doesn't like Nigeria or Nigerians. It is interesting to read about her conflicted feelings about the country. The eventual positive epiphany to me was disappointing, seemingly contrived and insincere. Nigeria has great dancers? Admittedly I have never seen Nigerian dancing, but it doesn't seem quite enough.

> Mabel and I set off one day to the local NEPA office in Satellite Town to pay the electricity bill. In her hand was a cheque for 4,000, NEPA's fee for giving us less than four hours of electricity that month. The NEPA man sat in a tiny office, watching an evangelical church service on his portable DVD player. The device was powered by batteries since there was no electricity in the building.

> In other countries I marvel at ancient ruins found among their modern streets, but in Nigeria, a modern jewel among our ruins was deeply impressive: vanilla ice cream, glossy magazines and other banal consumer items never seemed more enchanting.

> Two months in Nigeria was all it had taken for me to capitulate to the culture of transgression. Throwing plastic bottles into ditches or ignoring my seatbelt had become second nature to me.… (plus d'informations)

Oh, this was a fantastic book. I liked the conversational tone and the stream-of-consciousness way that Saro-Wiwa worked through all the deeper themes of her return to Nigeria. And the breadth of issues covered is dizzying. Not only is this a travel narrative that gives a pretty broad look into the various features of Nigeria, it covers that Nigeria is a hugely diverse country where hundreds of ethnicities/tribes/backgrounds are subsumed into "Nigerian". So for example, you can read Chimamanda Adichie on Biafra and see an Igbo perspective whereas Saro-Wiwa is an Ogoni and her take on Biafra is not so positive. Yet both are Nigerian writers and have a strong Nigerian identity, even with their reservations about aspects of Nigeria.

This book reminded me of a book I just finished about Syria and how similar Syria is to Nigeria in that you have this colonial-drawn nation that embraced the national identity despite having tribal allegiances and how various corruption and violence by leaders sours that identity and unity. There's also something similar in how corruption simply poisons civil society, too.

You also have the personal narrative of a diasporic woman whose father was murdered in the country she's trying to reconnect with and how complicated THAT legacy is. Saro-Wiwa didn't go into her life in London at all, but the tension between enjoying many aspects of Nigerian life vs. just wanting the g-d air conditioning and running water to work 24/7 rings very true and real.

So yes, I liked this immensely and found it hard to put down.… (plus d'informations)