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Monday, July 2, 2012

LOVE AND OTHER PSYCHOACTIVE SUBSTANCES: THE END.

This concludes the "love and blah blah blah" series. If you've missed the initial two installments, check CLICK ME! for series one and CLICK ME! CLICK ME! for series two. That should take care of everyone, us "Kardashian-speakers" included.

8. I LOVE IRONY
Oh yes, it really does.
I love picking out irony. I had great joy figuring out that Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was being ironical (unknowingly of course) when she gave that Single Story talk on TED. She believes the West have a certain tailor-made keyhole into which they fit the African key. There cannot be any other door; no other key. And thanks to this model, Chimamanda fulfils the role of the perpetually overly emotive female African writer, whose pitiful characters the white man and woman will readily relate to, because after all, isn't this the single story of female (especially) African writers?

The reader was not required […] to admit that a book by a Negro author might challenge not just the conscience but the intellect.
                                             -  Stephen L. Carter (Palace Council)