The book also begins five years after the accident, and I love that this is a portrayal of how raw grief can feel even after years.
In order for Feyi to grapple with her feelings for Alim, she must confront her own survival and what it means to have lived through the crash that killed her husband.Įmezi’s depictions of grief are layered and feel so true-Feyi oscillates between uncertainty and self-loathing, blinding joy, and roaring anger. For one thing, it holds space for some serious conversations around not only love, but also grief, rage, guilt, and shame. But to me, this just points to the ever-blurring borders of genre and lit fic, because this novel certainly holds its weight among books intended to be literary. It’s a book that the author themself firmly states is a romance, not literary fiction. Screenshot from Akwaeke Emezi’s Twitter 🤣
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