I struggled with the prose in this work. Though a great story, Iromuanya lacked any type of fluidity of wording, which made progress difficult. And there were some historical inconsistencies that annoyed me. For example, the story takes place in the mid-eighties. Yet the main characters make references to items and practices that were not used at the time. One such example is a character who thinks another woman is using Spanx to enhance her figure. Spanx were not created until the 2000s. Not a major issue, just one that I notice and it irks me a bit. There were other, but I won't belabor the point.
Job is a Nigerian man, sent to America to become a doctor. His father has made sacrifices to provide the education needed in the medical profession. Eventually Job arranges for a wife, who is sent to meet him in his Nebraskan home. There is only one problem: Job is not a doctor, though he pretends to be, even to his wife. How can he hide this from her? He goes to great lengths, always rationalizing that he will eventually get back to school, will become the doctor everyone thinks he is. As his lies wrap around each other, the challenge of the facade becomes ever greater.
Multiple concepts at work in this novel. First and most obvious is the reality that we make for ourselves. We may hold ourselves above Job, feeling that we have a moral high ground because we are imposters, as he is. But still we must ask the question about who we are, and what we pretend to be to others. It reminds me of something I saw on social media: may your life be as good as you pretend it to be on Facebook. What is the real you and what is the facade? The performative act.
And while we feel of Job's wife Ifi, as she was deceived by her husband, she is not exempt from misdeeds. When she realizes that Job is not what he says he is, she turns her head. She even plays along, bragging to her old aunty in Nigeria about the wealth they enjoy.
Much can be said of pride too. The irony of a proud man who constantly complains about his lot in life can be seen in the fact that his name is Job. Job holds himself above the other African Americans in his neighborhood, viewing them as thugs, while he is 'Mr. Doctor'.
One more note, and that is of living your dreams. All I can say about this is that this work makes you question whether you are pursuing your goals and happiness, or the happiness that others want for you. Are hey the same? In many cases they are not