Yorùbá Boy Running

Riotous, exquisite, mesmerizing . . . Bándélé's prose mutates in tone from exuberance to sobriety, from the epic to the intimate, from bawdy humour to glacial understatement . . . [he] shifts from farce to tragedy and back, with lewd jokes suddenly giving way to scenes of sheer terror or gruesome violence . . . Yorùbá Boy Running doesn't pander to any fixed position: it is a testament to Biyi Bándélé's courage and integrity that, in this age of strident polarization, he chose not to shy away from moral complexity Times Literary Supplement