Binti, thrilled she's accepted at a prestigious galactic university, decides to run off in the middle of the night to board the ship that will take her there. The story reads like a rite of passage story and one of independence. If we describe a character as one that another character relies on, develops and changes through the story, then Binti's hair is a character. I say that not just as a simile: Binti's hair is a character in the story. It's short and packed with an imagination as thick and sweet as Binti's hair. And yet I wanted to write this because this book is incredibly relevant today. I'm late to the game, so as far as reviews go, this is a throw-away post. I read this while standing in my kitchen and I couldn't be bothered to sit down. It's now 2018 and I feel like the West is opening its mind (still only just), kicking and screaming, to allow the rest of the world to contribute to this genre.īack to Binti. Having grown up in Ethiopia with an avid appreciation for speculative fiction, I've always wondered what that genre would be like were it not written by Westerners with their mythologies and histories.
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