Teju Cole’s first novel is uneventful, but don’t let that deter you. The book follows Julius, a young Nigerian doctor, as he wanders Manhattan. Little happens. His powers of observation are keen; his memory possibly less so. 9/11 hovers in the background, the city’s openness up for debate. The writing is like a soft lens that every so often snaps into focus.
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