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A special assortment showcasing the power of recent African literature

Coming at a time while Africa and African writers are in the course of a amazing renaissance, Gods and Soldiers captures the power and urgency of African writing this day. With tales from northern Arabic-speaking to southern Zulu-speaking writers, this assortment conveys thirty other ways of coming near near what it ability to be African. even if approximately lifestyles within the new city melting pots of Cape city and Luanda, or amid the battlefield chaos of Zimbabwe and Somalia, or set within the imaginary surreal landscapes born out of the oral storytelling culture, those tales signify a remarkable move component to remarkable writing. together with works by way of J. M. Coetzee, Chimamanda Adichie, Nuruddin Farah, Binyavanga Wainaina, and Chinua Achebe, and edited via Rob Spillman of Tin House journal, Gods and Soldiers good points many items by no means sooner than released, making it a colourful and crucial glimpse of Africa because it enters the twenty-first century.

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