Words matter. These are the best Chris Abani Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Like most writers, I find the Web is a wonderful distraction. Who doesn’t need that last minute research before writing?
The privilege of being a writer is that you have this opportunity to slow down and to consider things.
My mother was English. My parents met in Oxford in the ’50s, and my mother moved to Nigeria and lived there. She was five foot two, very feisty and very English.
My father was educated in Cork, in the University of Cork, in the ’50s.
That women are mysterious and unknowable is something every young man grows up believing. Men, on the other hand, never think of themselves as mysterious or confusing, and we are often at a loss as to why women want to figure us out.
In this time of the Internet and nonfiction, to be on an actual bookshelf in an actual bookstore is exciting in itself.
I truly believe that writing is a continuum – so the different genres and forms are simply stops along the same continuum. Different ideas that need to be expressed sometimes require different forms for the ideas to float better. I don’t write essays as often as I should.
I was born in 1966, at the beginning of the Biafran-Nigerian Civil War, and the war ended after three years. And I was growing up in school, and the federal government didn’t want us taught about the history of the war, because they thought it probably would make us generate a new generation of rebels.
There is no living African writer who has not had to, or will not have to, contend with Achebe’s work. We are either resisting him – stylistically, politically, or culturally – or we are writing toward him.
My grand uncle was a traditional priest, and he would always say to me as a kid, ‘We stand in our own light,’ which essentially for him meant we were entirely responsible for a lot of what happens to us and for the ways in which our lives play out.
I love essays, but they’re not always the best way to communicate to a larger audience.
African narratives in the West, they proliferate. I really don’t care anymore. I’m more interested in the stories we tell about ourselves – how, as a writer, I find that African writers have always been the curators of our humanity on this continent.
Men do communicate, often very directly, but women sometimes cannot accept how simple what we have to say is.
Sometimes I feel very alone. I am a bit of a nomad. Many people in sort of emerging countries, emerging economies, find themselves displaced. So there is that sense, and so I’m part of a whole, I think, group of displaced people.
I read mostly Irish, African, Japanese, South American, and African writers. You can count on Scandinavian literature for a certain kind of darkness, a modern mythic style.
It takes me forever to actually finish something like a ten-page essay. But, when I do, I usually love what they are. It’s a complicated relationship.
When I was growing up in Nigeria – and I shouldn’t say Nigeria, because that’s too general, but in Afikpo, the Igbo part of the country where I’m from – there were always rites of passage for young men. Men were taught to be men in the ways in which we are not women; that’s essentially what it is.
I have to have three or four books going simultaneously. If I’m not impressed in the first 20 pages, I don’t bother reading the rest, especially with novels. I’m not a book-club style reader. I’m not looking for life lessons or wanting people to think I’m smart because I’m reading a certain book.
If I don’t get at least one e-mail every ten minutes, I feel unloved. Even junk mail makes me feel seen. Sad, I know. Sigh.
My search is always to find ways to chronicle, to share and to document stories about people, just everyday people. Stories that offer transformation, that lean into transcendence, but that are never sentimental, that never look away from the darkest things about us.
We often think that language mirrors the world in which we live, and I find that’s not true. The language actually makes the world in which we live. Language is not – I mean, things don’t have any mutable value by themselves; we ascribe them a value.
Every successful artist comes from a family – parents or siblings or both – who, although equally gifted, chose not to pursue the treacherous and difficult path of the artist.
