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.
Jag var villig att erkänna att det fanns ett antal fel i min novell, att den hade sina brister. Men jag hade inte riktigt insett att den brast i att uppnå något som kunde kallas autentisk afrikanskhet.