So Distant From My Life

A compelling and complex portrait of migration and a sharp critique of the NGO-isation of African countries

Monique Ilboudo's novel offers a compelling portrait of migration, one of the defining global concerns of the 21st century, and a sharp critique of both the NGO-isation of African countries. Yarri Kamara has rendered Ilboudo's original French text in a West African English idiom that conveys the sharp humour and urgency of the original.

One of The Observer’s fiction picks for 2022 and winner of a PEN Heim award.

To deter me, my uncle spoke to me about roots. A line of argument that I found absurd. Even plants are intelligent enough to grow around stones, seeking the best soil for their roots underground.

Jeanphi, a young man from the fictional West African city Ouabany, has one obsession that will determine the fate of his life – migration. He scrapes together money to take the illegal route across the Sahara, making it as far as Morocco before being repatriated. Increasingly desperate, Jeanphi meets an elegant French widower who for his part is despairing at the insurmountable bureaucratic hurdles for his charitable endeavour in Jeanphi’s country. A window opens to opportunity – but it will also bring tragedy.

Burkinabé author Monique Ilboudo’s novel offers a compelling and complex portrait of migration, one of the defining global concerns of the twenty-first century, and a sharp critique of both the NGO-isation of African countries and the currents of shame that divide communities and families. Yarri Kamara has rendered Ilboudo’s text in an idiom that conveys the sharp humour, lucid descriptions and urgency of the original.