I struggled to reach two thirds of the way and then abandoned this novel by the highly acclaimed Somali writer. Sorry – I just couldn’t soldier on any longer. The book came from my TBR pile. I bought it, as one of my attempts to read world literature novels.
Amazon.com informs us : It is the week before the outbreak of the civil war in Somalia. Kalaman, a successful young businessman in Mogadiscio receives an unexpected house guest—the wild and sexually adventurous Sholoongo, his childhood crush returned from America. She announces that she intends to have his baby. Confronted by this dangerous interruption from his past, Kalaman starts to investigate his family's history, and uncovers the startling key to his own conception. Hailed by Salman Rushdie as "one of the finest contemporary African novelists," Farah writes in a rhythmical, sensual prose reminiscent of García Márquez's best fiction. Evoking the beauty and tragedy of Africa, Secrets is a remarkable portrait of a family disintegrating like its country, its ties dissolved by exposed lies and secrets
Reading amazon.com’s précis of the novel it all sounds so straightforward, but as a reading experience, it is not. The narrative constantly wanders off into Somali folktales, which I couldn’t connect with the story. Also, the characters relate their bizarre, disturbing dreams throughout the story, but perhaps I should rather describe them as nightmares. Again, these were difficult to connect with the narrative.
Another ingredient which I disliked, was the constant graphic reference to each character’s sexual history, their sexuality, including that of a very young boy. I found the childhood sexual activity shocking. And no, I haven’t been living under a rock for the past decades. I’m sure cultural conditioning both on my side as reader, and on Farah’s side as author, is responsible for my uneasiness.
Despite my reservations, I enjoyed the writing; it’s terrific, rich in colourful phrases and descriptions. I can see why Farah has been described as one of the foremost African writers. Despite this, I was dis-enjoying the book so much, I decided to abandon it.