I was first drawn to “An Orchestra of Minorities” because of Chigozie Obioma’s name. I had never seen an Igbo name on the window shelves of a book store. I had thought that the name of the book was Obioma’s name, his name is bigger than the name of the book on the front cover. I immediately went into my school’s bookstore and picked up the book to read the synopsis of the book. Imagine my surprise when I read that the story was to be an intricate blend of Igbo spirituality with Greek tragedy. Needless to say, I had to get the book. However, I didn’t read it until…

I love the finishing pages of a book. It’s almost as if the narrator or protagonist realizes they have a limited time left on earth and begins to drop gems and life lessons before they pass on. And in Aldous Huxley’s “Brave New World,” it IS a matter of life and death. “The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel…