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By Chris Abani

"Not seeing that Jerzy Kosinski’s The Painted Bird or Agota Kristof’s computing device Trilogy has there been one of these harrowing novel approximately what it’s wish to be an adolescent in a struggle. That Chris Abani is ready to locate humanity, mercy, or even, definite, forgiveness, amid such devastation is anything of a miracle.”—Rebecca Brown, writer of The finish of Youth

"The second you input those pages, you step right into a attractive and terrifying dream. you're within the fingers of a grasp, a literary shaman. Abani casts his spell so completely—so devastatingly—you emerge cleansed, redeemed, and totally haunted."—Brad Kessler, writer of Birds in Fall

Part Inferno, half Paradise Lost, and half Sunjiata epic, Song for Night is the tale of a West African boy soldier’s lyrical, terrifying, but attractive trip throughout the nightmare panorama of a brutal battle looking for his misplaced platoon. The reader is led through the unvoiced protagonist who, as a part of a land mine-clearing platoon, had his vocal chords reduce, a flow to maintain those teenagers from screaming whilst blown up, and thereby distracting the opposite minesweepers. The e-book is written in a ghostly voice, with every one bankruptcy headed by way of a line of the original signal language those kids invented. This e-book is not like the rest ever written approximately an African war.

Chris Abani is a Nigerian poet and novelist and the writer of The Virgin of Flames, Becoming Abigail (a New York Times Editor’s Choice), and GraceLand (a choice of the Today Show publication membership and winner of the 2005 PEN/Hemingway Prize and the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award). His different prizes contain a PEN Freedom to put in writing Award, a Prince Claus Award, and a Lannan Literary Fellowship. He lives and teaches in California.

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