Info

»The last hours of Muammar Gaddafi’s life were ingloriously spent hiding in a drainage ditch on the outskirts of his hometown of Sirte. What did the former Libyan leader do and think as he unsuspectingly awaited his executioners in that makeshift bunker? It is an ample ­scenario for fiction writers.

In the imagination of young Nigerian author Iheoma Nwachukwu, writing in issue 12 of Jungle Jim, an irreverent monthly showcase of new African pulp fiction, the brotherly leader had sex with a bodyguard, a woman named Hana — “a quick one before her shift ends”.«

Sean O’Toole

Sean O’Toole traces the genre from its current incarnation back to the golden age of the genre amid high apartheid and African independence. His essay at Mail & Guardian.

Weitersagen
Email Facebook Twitter Plusone Tumblr Posterous Snailmail Pinterest

Kommentare & Reaktionen

Bislang keine Kommentare.

Ich freue mich über Ihren Kommentar

Einfaches HTML ist erlaubt. Ihre E-Mail-Adresse wird nicht veröffentlicht.

Abonnieren Sie die Kommentar zu dieser Depesche per RSS

Diese Website verwendet Akismet, um Spam zu reduzieren. Erfahre mehr darüber, wie deine Kommentardaten verarbeitet werden.