The novelist has been accused of constructing equality mainstream: isnt that the phase? Plus an extract from her new Feminist Manifesto In Fifteen Suggestions
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was in Lagos last summer, teaching a writing workshop as part of an annual schedule that watches her day divided between Nigeria and the US. For much of the year, Adichie lives in a town 30 minutes west of Baltimore, where her Nigerian-American spouse works as a medic and the 39 -year-old writes in the quiet of a suburban home. When Adichie is in Nigeria, where her parents and extended family still live, she has a house in the vast city she regards with the complicated love and condescension of the part-time expat.
Its an ambivalence with which many Nigerians regard her, too; last year, the workshop ended in a question-and-answer conference, during which a young man rose to ask the famous novelist a question. I used to love you, she recollects him saying. Ive read all your volumes. But since you started this whole feminism thing, and since you started to talk about this gay thing, Im merely not sure about you any more. How do you intend to keep the love of people like me?
Adichie and I are in a coffee shop near her home in the Baltimore suburbs. We have met before, a few years ago, when her third novel Americanah was published, a volume that examines what it is to be a Nigerian female living in the US, and that went on to win a National Book Critics Circle award. A plenty has happened since then. Half Of A Yellow Sun, Adichies second and most famous novel, about the Biafran war, has been built into a cinema starring Chiwetel Ejiofor and Thandie Newton. Her essay, We Should All Be Feminists, accommodated from her 2013 TEDx talk, has remained on the bestseller listings, particularly in Sweden, where in 2015 it was distributed to every 16 -year-old high-school student in the land. The talk was sampled by Beyonc in her anthem Flawless. Adichie has become the face of Boots No7 makeup. And she has had a newborn, a daughter , now 15 months old.
Adichie is still somewhat in the blast zone , not entirely caught up on sleep, but has published a short book, Dear Ijeawele, Or A Feminist Manifesto In Fifteen Suggestions, an extended version of a letter to a friend who, after having her own baby daughter, asked Adichies advice on how to create her to be feminist. I have had twin daughters myself since our last meeting, so I am curious about her approach , not least because one of my two-year-olds currently identifies as Bob the Builder and the other as Penelope Pitstop. I would like to equip them to be themselves, while resisting whatever projections might be foisted upon them. We indicate each other baby photos and smile. Welcome to the world of anxiety, Adichie says.
The success of We Should All Be Feminists has attained Adichie as prominent for her feminism as for her novels, to the extent that now I get invited to every damned feminist thing in countries around the world. She has always been an agony aunt of kinds, the unpaid therapist for my family and friends, but having the feminist label attached has just changed things, and not just among her intimates. I was opened to a certain level of hatred that I hadnt experienced before as a writer and public figure.
This is partly why she has written the new volume, to reclaim the word feminism from its abusers and misusers, different categories within which she would include certain other progressives, and to lay down in plain, elegant English her beliefs about child-raising.
Dear Ijeawele is, in some way, a very basic set of appeals; to be careful with language( never say because you are a girl ), avoid gendered toys, promote reading, dont treat wedding as an accomplishment, reject likability. Her undertaking is not to make herself likable, her undertaking must therefore be her full self, she writes in reference to her friends daughter, a choice Adichie has come to elevate almost above any other.
That day in Lagos last summertime, her friends were furious at the cheek of the young mans topic, but she rather liked his gallantry and honesty in asking it. She replied in the same spirit. Keep your love, Adichie said. Because, sadly, while I love to be loved, I will not accept your love if it comes with these conditions.
Having a baby has stimulated Adichie suppose differently about her own parents, particularly her mom. Grace Adichie, who had six children and worked her way up from being a university administrator to the registrar, taught her daughter to love manner as well as books, and was a very cool mum whom she idolised as a child. Nonetheless, and in the manner of most snotty young adults, young Chimamanda went through a stage of being very superior to her mother. Now, the novelist looks at her daughter and gulps.
Adichie lately came across her own kindergarten reports. My parent keeps them all. You know what the teacher wrote? She is brilliant, but she refuses to do any work when shes vex. I was five years old. She laughs. I couldnt believe it. My husband couldnt believe it. I must have been an vexing child.
Its not as if she comes from a family of revolutionaries. My parents are not like that. Theyre conventional, reasonable, responsible, good, kind people. Im the crazy. But their love and supporting induced that crazy thrive.
Unlike Adichie, who was raised exclusively in Nigeria, her daughter will be raised in two cultures and subject to slightly diverging social expectations. Already, Adichie says with a giggle, friends and relatives from home are concerned that her mothering is insufficiently stern.
A friend was just visiting and she said to me, Your parenting is not very Nigerian. In Nigeria and, I believe, in many cultures you control children. And I feel like, my daughter is 15 months, she doesnt have a sense of consequences. And I enjoy watching her. So she tears a page of a book? Whatever. She hurls my shoes down. So? Its fun. I love that shes quite strong-willed. The joke between Adichie and her husband whom, to her intense aggravation, their daughter looks much more like is that her character cleaves to the maternal side. He says to me, Well, at the least we know where she got her personality from. Shes quite fierce.
In the new book, Adichies advice is not just to provide children with alternatives to empower boys and girls to understand there is no single route to be but also to understand that the only universal in this world is difference. In words of the evolution of feminism, these are not new lessons, but that is rather Adichies point. She is not writing for other feminist writers, and presents some annoyance at what she sees as the solipsism of much feminist debate.
That morning, on the way to see her, I had read a review of a new book by Jessa Crispin, entitled Why I Am Not A Feminist: A Feminist Manifesto, a criticism of everything that is wrong with feminism today. If one can get over the eye-rolling facet of volumes by feminists denouncing the feminism of other feminists for degrading the word feminist by being insufficiently feminist, the book does raise questions about where one should be focusing ones efforts.