Now, I was quite willing to contend that there were a number of things wrong with the novel, that it had failed in a number of places, but I had not quite imagined that it had failed at achieving something called African authenticity.
Estaba disposta a argüír que había un par de cousas que estaban mal na novela, que puxera mal un par de lugares. Pero non podía imaxinar que fracasara en conseguir algo chamado a autenticidade africana.