He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2021. That would be enough to scare me off had Theft not been sitting on the Large Type shelf (so I could read it under improper lighting, ie my living room), in paperback (so it's not too heavy to hold), with an engaging picture on the front cover.
The obvious one is obvious, obviously. (Sorry, I couldn't resist)
The others have something to do with love and loss and betrayal and mostly hope and confidence and a generally upbeat sense that life has a purpose and a meaning even as reality tries to smother it.
It's an easy read, even if he's left off the quotation marks. If I were starting out, I'd create a series of family trees to help me remember who did what to whom, and when, because the prose is so inviting that I read so quickly to see what was coming next that the plot got lost in the rhythm.
It's a glimpse into modern day Africa, something I don't encounter in my everyday life. Some of the characters are slipping into my thoughts in the few days since I finished it, carrying on the conversations we started when I had to reread a few chapters to pick up the thread once again.
That didn't bother me. It gave me a chance to admire the verbiage once again.
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I KNOW THE FONT IS TOO SMALL......