Things Fall Apart is probably the most important book I read when I was in school at Stanford — I’d really never been exposed to literature from outside Europe & America, and it was a bit of a revelation to me. I read it again a few years ago and it made just as big an impression.
This new, short, collection of essays by Achebe is interesting, but it was a struggle for me to get through. There’s a lot in it about being an African, about writing in English, about the effects of colonialism. He’s clearly writing about things he knows uniquely, and I liked it from that perspective, but not that enjoyable a read overall.