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082			_aFiction IBR-A
100			_aIbrahim, Abubakar Adam
245			_aSeason of crimson blossoms / _cAbubakar Adam Ibrahim
260			_aIndia _bSpeaking Tiger _c2016
300			_a290 p.
365			_aINR _b499.00
500			_a"‘Abubakar's intense, compelling novel navigates violence and taboo sexuality, tenderness and longing, family and the individual. It reminds us, masterfully, about the irrevocable force of love and physical passion even in the face of brutality.’—Namita Gokhale In the sprawling suburbs of Abuja, Binta Zubairu—a devout fifty-five-year-old widow, grandmother of five—woke up to the smell of cockroaches and knew something inauspicious was about to happen. What she didn’t expect was that twenty-five-year-old Hassan ‘Reza’, a weed dealer, thug for hire and street-gang leader, would scale her fence and land in ‘the puddle that was her heart’. Binta yearns for intimacy after the sexual repression of her marriage, the pain of losing her first child and the privations of widowhood. Reza seeks to fill the void left by his estranged mother and increasingly distant father. Brought together in the most unusual circumstances, the two embark on a whirlwind secret relationship. But things come to a head when Binta’s wealthy son confronts Reza, with disastrous consequences. Abubakar’s powerful debut novel—set in a conservative Muslim community in northern Nigeria, and against a backdrop of political corruption and violence—is a haunting story of love and longing that unfurls gently and memorably, revealing layers of emotion that defy age, class and religion." · ‘In Ibrahim’s beautifully created fictional world…intolerance, hatred and spite prevail, happiness and peace are but dreams for anybody irrespective of gender or circumstance. There is much to love here from Binta’s suffering in the face of feminine envy and spite, the amoral world Reza occupies to the eerily cheerful way in which Nigerian politicians use the misguided to further their ends.’
650			_aFiction