Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah’s incredible debut Friday Black is a harrowing peak into the ways a lack of love and empathy have wormed their way into the heart of society.
Racial injustice, class struggles, violence, profiling, war, misogyny, genocide, all theses and more feast on the absence of love and fear-monger love away in order to attain power. On the last page I should write ‘I recognize only one duty, and that is to love.’ It seems so simple: to love and to be loved, and one can look to the beauty and love in the world and feel hope but yet far too often we look about and see the absence of love creeping its way like a shadow at dusk through human interactions. ‘ If I had to write a book on morality,’ author and existentialist Albert Camus once wrote in his notebooks, ‘ it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. ‘ Every inch of my black skin painted the maroon of life.’
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