Song for Night

by Chris Abani

Book Overview

"Chris Abani might be the most courageous writer working right now. There is no subject matter he finds daunting, no challenge he fears. Aside from that, he's stunningly prolific and writes like an angel. If you want to get at the molten heart of contemporary fiction, Abani is the starting point." --Dave Eggers, author of What Is the What

Part Inferno, part Paradise Lost, and part Sunjiata epic, Song for Night is the story of a West African...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1933354313
• ISBN13: 9781933354316
• Release Date: September 2007
• Publisher: Akashic Books, Ltd.
• Length: 170 Pages
• Weight: 0.41 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.5" x 5.5" x 8.2"

Customer Reviews

The sense of life

In this inner monologue, a child soldier reflects on his short life (3 years in the army), while searching for his platoon which he lost after an explosion: `I joined up at twelve. I will never be a man. I am some kind of chimera who knows only the dreadful intimacy of killing.' He was trained as a landmine defuser. Therefore, his vocal cords were severed, `so that we wouldn't scare each other with our death screams, if one of us was blown up by a mine. Detecting a mine with your bare toes and defusing it with a jungle knife requires all your concentration.' In the beginning of the war, `there was a clear enemy, and having lost loved ones to them, we all wanted revenge.' Now, he is `fighting to survive the war.' Does life on earth with its loves and rapes makes any sense? `What kind of God makes a world like this? Not God, Isaiah, our prophet, signed. Man.' And, `why didn't (the Koran) say: all Muslims must never take another life?' It doesn't make much sense: `You see, we are nothing if we don't know how to die right. That sums us up as a people. Not the manner we come into the world, but the manner in which we leave.' With its strong images (`a nuclear bomb, (its) mushroom cloud, a tumor in the sky') Chris Abani evocates the horrible nightmare of war, especially for innocent children coming of age in a violent and deadly conflict. This is one of the best anti-war novels ever written I also highly recommend `Sozaboy' by his shamefully condemned and executed compatriot Ken Saro-Wiwa.

Perfect

This book is chillingly beautiful. The book reads like a poem, even though it is written in prose. Furthermore, the imagery is very clearly described, makes the reader feel as if they are watching the story unfold as opposed to reading through the narrative. Chris is a very skillful writer, and his ability to handle a haunting subject in a very sublime manner leaves me speechless. This is a very well written book by a very imaginative writer. There is no reason not to read this book.

A Beautiful, Yet Haunting Serenade

Chris Abani turns the horrors and atrocities of war into a lyrical treasure in his novella, Song for Night. My Luck is a 15-year-old Igbo mine diffuser who is "simply fighting to survive the war." My Luck's struggle to survive forces him to commit unforgivable acts of war. He witnesses horrors that no adult, let alone a teenage boy, should see. He awakes one morning to find himself separated from his platoon. As he searches for his lost comrades, he is haunted by memories of his family, fellow soldiers and the innocent people that lost their lives to the war. Abani's writing is poetic even though the verses are of war, death and suffering. Abani finds the light of childhood, love and innocence among the darkness of hate. Song for Night gives readers an up close and personal look at war from the eyes of a child soldier. Readers also get a glimpse of West African culture and beliefs as My Luck recalls his grandfather's stories. Song for Night is an excellent choice for those looking for a poignant tale of life, love and war that expands their reading horizons beyond mainstream literature. Reviewed by M. P. McKinney APOOO BookClub

A Literary Song

I am a graduate student at Goddard College and the author of Song For Night, Chris Abani, will be reading from one of his works at my next residency. That's why I picked up this book, and I was satified that my College choose Abani as a guest reader. I never spoil stories, so I'm going to talk about Abani's style as opposed to his content. He writes very beautifully in this book, with words and phrases that are poetic in their description, even when the event described is horrific. And make no mistakes, this is not a pleasant tale. The narrator of the story has lived through pretty much the worst that life has to offer. But this is not to say the story takes itself too seriously, or is over-dramatic. Abani's narrator simply states the facts from his perspective, and you never once suspect Abani of feeling like one section or another will "blow the reader's mind." This is admirable because I think to have that thought at all would remind a reader that they are reading, as opposed to being caught up in a story and experiencing it for themselves. Abani use of language, his style of having a consistent voice whether the event transpiring is bombastic of contemplative, keeps this story strong and trustworthy. This book is worth reading by any adult, and will hopefully expand the global perspective of its reader. It did mine.

War From a Child's Vantage

In SONG FOR NIGHT author Chris Abani has achieved what few authors have even dared - relating the grisly aspects of war as seen through the eyes of a warrior child. The mixture of innocence and participation in some of the most gruesome details of war make this novel difficult to read, yet at the same time Abani's narrator, My Luck, is a young lad with whom we not only completely identify in his sharing of his experiences, but also grow to love profoundly. This small book is not only exquisitely crafted - it is a genuine and heartrending little masterpiece. A West African war-torn nation (probably Abani's own Nigeria where he himself was the victim of the brutality of war) uses children as soldiers. My Luck is part of a small mine diffusing unit, a group of children who were placed in boot camp at age twelve and now at age fifteen are the delicate triggers that determine the presence of field mines, diffusing them, and gathering the then safe mines for weapons for their 'Major'. The children are 'treated' with a surgery that destroys their vocal cords, a brutal means of assuring that when one of the children steps on a live mine his voice will not cry out, signaling the presence of the war unit to the rebels. These mute young soldiers bond, lose each other, and do as they are instructed, creating a life of danger, terror and probable early death, all before they have had the luxury of growing into adults. My Luck's narration begins as he is thrown in the air by a detonated mine, his fellow 'soldiers' and company believing him dead have left him unconscious in the dirt. My Luck's story is that of a search for his fellow soldiers, a search that triggers recollections of his childhood, his love for a young girl Ijeoma who is killed by a hidden mine, his recurring memories of his nurturing Catholic mother and his deeply religious Muslim father, his being forced by his commander to rape a woman to prove his manhood, his contact with his elders in visions, his perception of ghosts as his mind and body are starved for food, water, and safety, and his narrowly escaping his enemy's discovery by floating down a river of corpses. My Luck's vision of the world is at once conflicted with a sense of exhilaration that at times equates killing with orgasm. Yet as we follow his mute journey he enters our psyche the way few others characters drawn from the 'world as war' have gained our hearts. 'These are memories. Before we can move from here, we have to relive and release our darkness'. Abani somehow manages to relate this grisly tale with such sensitive poetic form that he opens windows of light that illuminate both the essence of life and of death. 'Here we believe that when a person dies in a sudden and hard way, their spirit wanders confused looking for its body. Confused because they don't realize they are dead. I know this. Traditionally a shaman would ease such a spirit across to the other world. Now, well, the land is crowded with confused