A journey back from the dead is illuminated by thrilling, one-of-a-kind encounters.
The border between life and death is porous—nearly nonexistent—in this exhilarating tale examining the intersection of our world and the next. Mabanckou writes with equal doses of whimsy and descriptiveness, creating a hero’s journey told backward in the second person by a narrator who speaks directly to the protagonist, Liwa Ekimakingaï. Having lived in the Congolese town of Pointe-Noire, Liwa first grapples with his recent death and then begins to encounter the various worlds he has departed, entered into, and straddles. Mabanckou gives the story a crackling energy, which moves from the present to the recent past to Liwa’s childhood with ease. His passionate language gives the book’s opening a charge, instantly thrusting the reader into something akin to the shock of being dead—if shock can be felt in the afterlife. The novel begins: “You tell yourself over and over till you come to believe it: your new life started an hour ago, when a shock ripped through the earth around you, and you felt yourself being sucked up by a cyclone, then flung down where you’re lying right now, on a heap of earth topped with a brand-new wooden cross.” From there, the pace only quickens. Liwa is met by heaps of fascinating friends, and gaps are filled from equally titillating characters he encountered while alive, the most important being his grandmother Mâ Lembé. It’s their relationship that gives Mabanckou’s novel its power, and any desire to figure out how or why Liwa died dissipates as their final meeting is described. The last time he sees her is described like this: “Complete happiness, at which you blink for a moment, and fill your ribcage with breath.” A feeling that hopefully reverberates into infinity.
The power of this novel revolves around its small yet larger-than-life moments.