How to read Ben Okri’s “StarBook”
Title: Starbook
Author: Ben Okri
Publisher: Farafina, Lagos
No. of Pages: 422
ISBN: 978-978-079946
Year: 2007
Get a spliff. Not Loud, not SK, a normal day-to-day,
harmless, run-off-the-mill… weed. Get a glass, no strike that, a bottle, of McDowells and a glass full
of ice.
You’re going to need it.

Starbook is a tale of how love always triumphs, with a lot
of otherworldliness thrown in.
An artistic and spiritual prince meets an artistic and
spiritual maiden, a not-so artistic and spiritual man vies for the hand of the
maiden, and did his darnedest best to throw sand-sand into their garri.
You catch my drift.
This simple and often heart-wrenchingly dull story was
written with over 80,000 words and spread on 422 pages.
The first thing that hits you are the stereotypes, there
were several scenes of Mammy-Wata dancing on a river with a bunch of maidens
and they are all in white. Birds flew in and out of the pages almost as
casually as Okri trotted out the usual tropes of suffering and overwrought
emotions that would have put Shakespeare to shame.
Caricatures of the deep and spiritual African, danced to the
deep rhythm of the drums beaten in the deep dark forests, even the ants were
deep, dark and spiritual.
Read this in Pete Edochie’s voice;
“…One such year was the year the maiden’s father wooed and
won her mother. The suitors were numerous, for the maiden’s mother was of
exceptional beauty and grace. She came from the family of one of the great
chiefs of the tribe, one of the true masters…”
Most frustrating were the threads of stories that were left
dangling in favour of chapters full of esoteric wisdom.
But, beyond the convoluted prose are several layers of meaning,
particularly concerning colonialism, slavery and the betrayals that led to the
Trans-Atlantic slave trade… and it is in order to discern all these gems that
you need to get high before even opening the first page.
This book has been sitting on my shelf for not less than five years. Maybe it is time to open it...
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