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Americanah
by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
(Knopf)
477 pages, $26.95

‘Americanah’s’ heroine outsider on two continents

What’s as American as the invention of race? Self-invention.

So we are reminded by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s engaging third novel, “Americanah.” Having spent a good chunk of time living in America as an adult and being a hawkeyed observer of manners and distinctions in class, Adichie is uniquely positioned to compare racial hierarchies in the United States to social striving in her native Nigeria. She does so with a ruthless honesty about the ugly and beautiful sides of both nations.

“Americanah” is social satire masquerading as romantic comedy. There is mocking, but not without love. Her lovers, Ifemelu and Obinze, fall for each other in secondary school, go off to university together secure, but then part ways when crippling strikes threaten their education in Nigeria. Obinze packs up for London, where he works cleaning toilets under a false name, squirreling away enough cash to make a bid at a sham marriage he hopes will gain him citizenship. Ifemelu sets off for the United States with a partial scholarship to a school in Philadelphia, where she struggles to find a job and must stoop, at her lowest moment, to prostitution.

Obinze and Ifemelu led lives of relative privilege in Nigeria. Their plan is to come back together after making something of themselves. Needless to say, things do not go according to plan.

Adichie is adept at describing her characters’ descent in dignity for the gambit of upward mobility. Obinze’s attempt to live in England is cursed. In one of the book’s most affecting scenes, he’s captured and deported, or, as his lawyer’s form states, “removed” like an object. Back in Nigeria, he finds a lucrative job in real estate through obsequious, shady transactions and marries a beautiful woman who bores him.

But Ifemelu’s story is this novel’s heart; she’s the brash and ambitious “Americanah” of its title. When we first meet her, she’s getting her hair braided at an African salon in Trenton, N.J., 13 years after coming to America. Her accomplishments include a prestigious fellowship at Princeton, a relationship with an earnest black professor named Blaine and a popular blog about race. Yet she’s just decided to throw it all away and return home. From her chair at the hair salon, the book unfolds in a series of flashbacks that show Ifemelu drifting steadily upward through jobs, men, cities and hairstyles on her path to adulthood.

Ifemelu’s journey in America is informed by experiences of race that won’t seem new to black Americans, though they’re new to her. As an African, and more specifically, as a Nigerian Igbo, she’s not “black” until she comes here. Blaine accuses her of not being “sufficiently furious because she was African, not African-American,” and Ifemelu sometimes worries that her blog is only “a mild satire about a world that was anything but mild.” Race entraps, beguiles and bewilders her because it’s an imaginary construct with actual consequences. She discovers she’ll be more employable, for example, when she chemically relaxes her hair to get that white-girl “swish.”

But beyond race, the book is about the immigrant’s quest: self-invention, which is the American subject. “Americanah” is unique among the booming canon of immigrant literature of the last generation. Its ultimate concern isn’t the challenge of becoming American or the hyphenation that requires, but the challenge of going back home.

Ifemelu’s hairdresser wants to know why anyone would choose to return to the Third World. Ifemelu’s heartsickness for Obinze and her homesickness for Nigeria are two sides of the same coin. There’s a perfect Portuguese word for such currency: “saudade.” This feeling of longing gives a rich patina to the book’s finest section – its last. There, Ifemelu makes her return home, changed by all she has seen and done in the United States, and Adichie’s talent for description takes flight. Ifemelu has become her most authentic self, “a person who has learned to admire exposed wooden rafters,” well aware of her own haughtiness. Uneasy in a club of other “Nigerpolitan” returnees who pine for paninis and good customer service, she’s the quintessential outsider – or in other words, an artist. In America she was black. Back in Nigeria, she’s an Americanah.

Emily Raboteau, who is the author, most recently, of “Searching for Zion: The Quest for Home in the African Diaspora,” wrote this review for Washington Post Book World.

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