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The Palm-Wine Drinkard
by Amos Tutuola
Charming and enchanted. A palm wine drinkard’s tapster dies on him and he takes a ten-year odyssey to retrieve him from the land of the dead. Along the way he meets many fantastic creatures: the Skull, a demon child, the inhabitants of Wraith-Island, the Red people, and many others. Tutuola is extremely playful,
I could not blame the lady for following the Skull as a complete gentleman to his house at all. Because if I were a lady, no doubt I would follow him to wherever he would go, and still as I was a m,an I would jealous him more than that, because if this gentleman went to the battle field, surely, enemy would not kill him or capture him and if bombers saw him in a town which was to be bombed, they would not throw bombs on his presence, and if they did throw it, the bomb itself would not explode until this gentleman would leave that town, because of his beauty.
Form aside, there’s also something really touchingly sentimental about this book. The care-free protagonist never abandons his wife, not when she bears a demon child, not when she is swallowed by the hungry-creature. Even in his reunion with his palm-wine tapper, there’s something strangely touching in the final encounter between master and servant, as the tapster reveals that…
he came back to my house on the very night that he fell and died at the farm and looked at everyone of us, but we did not see him, and he was talking to us, but we did not answer, then he went away.
Have wanted to read this one forever, so am glad to finally finish it.
I could not blame the lady for following the Skull as a complete gentleman to his house at all. Because if I were a lady, no doubt I would follow him to wherever he would go, and still as I was a m,an I would jealous him more than that, because if this gentleman went to the battle field, surely, enemy would not kill him or capture him and if bombers saw him in a town which was to be bombed, they would not throw bombs on his presence, and if they did throw it, the bomb itself would not explode until this gentleman would leave that town, because of his beauty.
Form aside, there’s also something really touchingly sentimental about this book. The care-free protagonist never abandons his wife, not when she bears a demon child, not when she is swallowed by the hungry-creature. Even in his reunion with his palm-wine tapper, there’s something strangely touching in the final encounter between master and servant, as the tapster reveals that…
he came back to my house on the very night that he fell and died at the farm and looked at everyone of us, but we did not see him, and he was talking to us, but we did not answer, then he went away.
Have wanted to read this one forever, so am glad to finally finish it.