An absolutely horrifying rollercoaster ride of being middle class a few decades into Kenyan independence, which means your sliding downwards, if you are not stealing with 10 fingers. The painful, relatable depressing life of Dusman on River Road speaks volumes to anyone living in cities in this day and age. It also brings us front and center to the journey of a Kenyan in the city after independence. Maybe things have changed less then we think, as this book has not aged 1 bit and would hit as hard as it did in the 1970s, today.
The characters of your current tenement have surely driven you mad as well. We all have been worked to a point of near hallucination, where the sight of a laptop, or in Dusman's case, a water meter can haunt us past working hours. We have all been stuck. The book reminded of the Joker quite a bit, in terms of brutal nihilism, cruelty and misfortune served to Dusman. But like a god-fearing man, Dusman never really snaps ala Joker. Thought you wouldn't blame him if he did. A powerful look into the psyche of a time and a place in Kenyan history, it crosses all lines and boundaries. I was immediately brought to the grim estates of many cities and the life of a parking meter reader there. We are not that different after all.
I wont spoil the book, but if you enjoy fiction, you should pick this one up.