Sefi Atta has always been a personal favorite. even more so now. The first time I read 'Everything Good Will Come', many years ago, I didn't exactly understand why people were raving about it because there were no significant plot twists or gripping storylines.In fact, I wasn't sure why Enitan left her husband. Yet, I liked Enitan: she was brilliant, feminist, and aspirational because of her dedication to her principles. And I liked the woman who wrote her. All of these feelings were confirmed by a recent reread. Now, I understand. The narrative appeared more personal, informative, and lovely at this point.
This is a recurring theme in Atta's writing; the climax or anticlimax is not always made clear. Instead, they go into detail. A woman's life comes behind the lens, and the small everyday moments and thoughts get reproduced brilliantly on the pages with Lagos as a 'third' character.
Our protagonist this time is Remi Lawal, an upper-middle-class wife. She is an intelligent, feminist woman who lives in and socializes with the Ikoyi types she thinks she is better than. She wants a balance between what Nigerian culture dictates for women and what she wants for herself. She meets Frances Cooke (the bead collector), and they become friends. Through the pages of her journal, we meet Frances, Remi's conservative husband Tunde, and her other 'high society' "friends" and explore the peculiarities of each relationship.
Set against the background of General Muhammad's last months in office and the eventual coup, Remi is openly political and shares these ideas with her friend innocently, or maybe stubbornly, since everyone else thinks Frances is a spy. Then Remi finds out Frances might have been with Ade Balogun despite her initial haughtiness. Frances might not be who she seems.
I liked Remi Lawal because she has such strong opinions, like nearly all of the other protagonists in the Atta novels and probably Atta herself. The book's steady pace and intimate detailing of the lives of the Ikoyi elite; their affairs, their bastard children, public fights, and opulent parties draw you in and remind you of Atta's proficiency when writing Lagos. You feel connected to Remi from the first page. You read between the lines of her seemingly simple life and see much more.