This is a book that has been on my shelves for as long as I can remember, though I don't remember how it got there. Started reading it the other day and was reminded of the more inventive ethnographies I read as an anthropology major all those years ago. The difference here is that this book -- a work of fiction -- was written by an Ibo man about is people.
Here's a passage:
"And now the rains had really come, so heavy and persistent that even the village rainmaker no longer claimed to be able to intervene. He could not stop the rain now, just as he would not attempt to start it in the heart of the dry season, without serious danger to his own health. The personal dynamism required to counter the forces of these extremes of weather would prove too great for the human frame." (35)
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