To kill – a verb I have worshipped since coming of age. Fundamentally, all the small jobs I carried out were done in the hope of later being able to conjugate this verb in its most immediate and fully realized form.
TW: Rape, Misogyny and Violence
I love a good cover and I’ll admit that a good cover is enough to make me read a book and a bad cover is enough to steer me away from a book no matter how critically acclaimed it is. I came across African Psycho at Africa Writes, an African literature festival, where Mabanckou was scheduled to speak. I had heard about Mabanckou but was always distracted by other books so I thought it was only appropriate to buy one of his novels while at the festival. I decided to buy African Psycho because of the beautiful cover and familiar title. My friend had recommended American Psycho but because I’ve focused my reading on people of colour, I was in a bind.
From what I’ve heard about American Psycho I’ve gathered that it’s about a young, wealthy investment banker cum murderer. Throughout the novel, his murders become progressively more complex and gruesome and by the end of the novel, the reader isn’t sure whether these murders are delusions or real. Mabanckou takes this idea and flips it on its head. Mabanckou’s psycho, Grégoire Nakobomayo, is a poor mechanic who doesn’t give a fuck about the way he looks openly admitting that he’s ugly. He does not actually commit a murder due to his obsessive planning even though, all he wants is to live up to his idol, Angoualima a famous serial killer. Continue reading “REVIEW: ‘African Psycho’ by Alain Mabanckou”