So beautiful! Very true observations. At times very funny. But sad and honest as well. Recommend!
So beautiful! Very true observations. At times very funny. But sad and honest as well. Recommend!
The unnamed narrator shares so much of his biography with the author that it's impossible not to read this as memoir, although it's published as fiction. Either way, it's a frank confessional about the internal life of the son of British immigrants, who leaves his UK family & relocates to Berlin, where he does find the change of life he was looking for, but not the connection with others or himself.
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So this is the loneliness & Berlin is the best place to face it, as well as evade it. Because Berlin is essentially the end of the world at least as far as loneliness goes. This is the final stop on the train of solitude, the one where the conductor asks you all to change please, bitte aussteigen. There's nowhere you can go after this, nowhere more gentle, more brutal, no greater chaos, nowhere to be more gratefully anonymous. Thank God for Berlin
"What happened to the winds that sent the slave ships?
Some of those gusts are proud that they filled those ancient sails.
You could hear them above Berlin on election night,
Hailing the arrival of the moonlight and far-right;
You could hear them whistling through the corridors
Of the Holocaust memorial, slapping its stone walls and floors,
Gasping applause."
The book opens with this powerful poem, "Righteous Migrants".
Fantastic read. Afro-Brit living in Berlin. Honest, authentic. Now my question is how much of this is about Omwonga‘s life and how much is fiction 😁