Sunday, 1 July 2012
The enchanting fiction of Omoseye Bolaji
How does one even begin to scratch the surface of the fiction of an
African writer who has been fairly prolific like Omoseye Bolaji? I suppose the
same daunting obstacles will apply to the likes of Es’kia, Ngugi,
Achebe, and many other greats.
Most of us would rather focus on a few memorable works of a particular author. Like Fools of Njabulo Ndebele. One advantage Bolaji has is that his fiction is generally memorable, brisk and exciting.
Take works like Impossible love (2000) and Ghostly adversary (2001) for example. These are books we can re-read with pleasure. The love story in the first is enchantingly yet realistically told. Most readers seem to agree that Ghostly is a well written thriller.
Bolaji's Tebogo Mystery series - now eight in all – is readable, often keeps us guessing, and informative. One aspect that impresses me is how the author grapples with language, ranging from somewhat refined prose to bathos. Consider this passage from Tebogo fails (2003) for example –
‘We got to a sort of field, like a meadow, copse, quite attractive. It was a romantic setting. Shame about those who abused the place, stalking, slinking in the dark, ready to pounce on individual females who chanced to use this route alone. But the ambience itself was magnificent. Made for lovers...
Youngsters no matter how intelligent, often have a devil-may-care trait in them, a predilection to brave the world and its perils sometimes. Undoubtedly, many females here must have traversed this quote short cut route in the dark, intermittently. Rape is different from murder. No child believes he/she would be killed. Decent people do not harm the young of the world...'
To his credit, Bolaji creates fiction and language many ordinary readers in Africa can identify with. The above quote shows his prose at a fairly high level - though he rarely does this. But note the very first sentence of his latest Tebogo adventure:
‘The wind seemed to have a malevolent, jeering quintessence on that day..’
Tebogo and the bacchae (2012)
Thereafter, the prose is relatively simple, though. In her study of the Tebogo Mystery series - Tebogo on the prowl (2006) – critic Petro Schonfeld seems bemused with the style of Ask Tebogo (2004). She writes:
'It seems that the narrator, and sometimes even the minor characters, uses a somewhat more formal language in this novelette. The style differs from the others in the series. It could be that the author wants to emphasise Dave's essays or he wants to blend a unity. Examples of English expressions and aphorisms are abundant...the sentence construction and word choices are sometimes more formal...'
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In People of the townships (2003) Bolaji seems to achieve the perfect equilibrium of language that makes the work still a sterling achievement. John Lefuo, the main character is clearly a semi-literate in theory, but his love for reading makes him such a fine narrator, despite his intermittent stylistic infelicities.
Aryan Kaganof, writing on People of the townships, states:
'The pace of the writing is so snappy and its un-putdownable factor so high that the reader is left out of breath as I imagine protagonist John Lefuo must have been at the end of his last Sunday walk as a free man...this is a relentlessly grim novel that is surprisingly funny along the way. There are some hilarious dialogues...'
- Leke Giwa
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Another excellent essay to add to the countless studies on Bolaji's literary work.
ReplyDeleteThe above articles are really profound and shows that the writer "Mr Bolaji" was blessed with a vast flair which is very outstanding. is not a praise is a salute.
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We bask!!!Awesome stuff malume
ReplyDeleteA competent, solid essay; which is not to say that it is boring! Somewhat introduces Bolaji further to readers. Personally I have not had problems with Bolaji's different layers of language; maybe he is a poet too! (though he always denies this)
ReplyDeleteUnequivocally, the unbridled richness and variety of African writers like Bolaji augment their disparate works
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