This is perhaps the first review of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's collection of short stories. It was reviewed among other collections, including Petina Gappah's An Elegy for Easterly.
I don't really like collective reviews. You just have to dig deeper into the mix in order to get to the book you want to know much about. Is this a statement about the state of short stories in our age? I don't know. There are, however, some glaring lines about our own Adichie and Gappah. ENJOY.
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