Born in in western Nigeria, Amos Tutuola achieved only a sixth-grade . When Amos Tutuola wrote The Palm-Wine Drinkard, he worked from a firm. Complete summary of Amos Tutuola’s The Palm-Wine Drinkard. eNotes plot summaries cover all the significant action of The Palm-Wine Drinkard. The Palm-Wine Drinkard. ISBN Author: Amos Tutuola. Publisher: Faber. Guideline Price: £ Every now and again.

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I had no other work more than to drink palm-wine in my life.

They could not move about or from the body of their mother to another place. Although only a few of his works are still read,…. Having reached there I saw clearly that over fifty of these people held daggers or sharp knives, spears, cutlasses and axes which were as sharp as swords.

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The major thematics of death, kidnap, and dismemberment. Aug 05, Anthony Buckley rated it it was amazing Shelves: An important part of the relationship between Orun and Aiye is the relationship between the living and the dead. Before we reached the field the other party had reached there before us.

The tapster is happy to see them and gives them a lot of wine, which the drinkard drinks immediately.

The Palm-Wine Drinkard and His Dead Palm-Wine Tapster in the Deads’ Town

Those days I was only worried about tomorrow if I hadn’t talked my homework, because mother would scold me and my teacher would drijkard me. Tutuola has described hearing the story of Drinkard told by an old man on a Yoruba palm plantation:. The Yoruba universe is divided into two major realms: The wanderer in the bush, after his grim early sufferings, gradually learns the language of drinkarv and marries two ghosts.

Amos Tutuola joined the ranks of the unemployed ex-soldiers for a year before landing a messenger job, the only position he could get. I want to go back to one of those teh, when laughter was rdinkard and not the superfluous hiding of what lies beneath. After some minutes the web became half-dried and caught the fire which was slowly burning the web, then I found my way out by force from the web, of course, it burnt some parts of my body slightly.

His mouth which was always opening, his nose and eyes were very hard to look at as they were very dirty and smelling. View all 10 comments. But if they shouted at me like that my boss would jump and kick me mercilessly, with gladness in the presence of these bystanders until he would leave that town.


Inthe Africanist literary critic Bernth Lindfors produced an anthology xmos all the reviews of Tutuola’s work published to date.

At the bottom thr the article, feel free to list any sources that support your changes, so that we can fully understand their context. Yhe Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. After that he would mount me mercilessly and both his attendants would start to flog me in such a way that all the ghosts and ghostesses of that town would shout at me as a thief. But as the bush which surrounded this pond was very quiet without any noise of a creature whatever it might be so I began to feel much cold without being cold, and when my heart was not at rest for the quietness of that place then I went to the place tutuoal I spread the skin in the sun and began rdinkard warm myself in this sun perhaps my body would be at rest, but when there was no change at all until the skin was dried then I took it and left that area as drinkrad as possible.

But when he entered and met me there, he did nothing but got out cautiously and corked tightly the only entrance of this hole. So the ghost who carried me to that gate kicked the pitcher in which I was unnoticed and it broke into pieces, so im- mediately my body touched the ground then I changed at once to my former form before they put me in the pitcher.

When he came back from the house he simply threw me inside the big bag which he hung on his shoulder, because he could not go anywhere without this bag, as drinkafd is a uniform for every king that reigns in this 7th town of ghosts which belongs only to smelling-ghosts.

Apr 05, Reuben rated it it was amazing Shelves: This is a familiar motif. The major literatures written in English outside tutuila British Isles are treated separately under American literature,….

Apr 03, Jonfaith rated it it was ok. He was waving his hand to me to come down to him, but as I was looking at him all the while or for some minutes then I saw clearly that he had one arm, both his legs were twisted as rope and both feet faced sharply left and right, he had an eye on his forehead which was exactly like a moon, this eye was as big as a full moon and had a cover or socket which could be easily opening and closing at any time that he likes, no single hairs on his head and it was sparkling as polished ebony furniture.


It could only fly to a short distance, and if it shouted a person who was four miles away would hear.

The Palm-Wine Drinkard by Amos Tutuola

Novel, an invented prose narrative of considerable length and a certain complexity that deals imaginatively with human experience, usually through a connected sequence of events involving a group of persons in a specific setting.

In the myth, as in the novel, humans send the disputed animal as a sacrifice to Olodumare in acknowledgement of his superiority, thus settling the argument and ending the drought. Whenever we heard it, every one of us would be in a single line before her as soldiers and as every one of us had his own small basin or cup which were made by them, then she would be serving us one by one with the pap which would be poured into the cups; it would reach the half.

She ran out unexpectedly and when she ran out I saw her clearly that she was very ugly so that she could not live in any town of ghosts, except to be hiding herself about in the bush both day and night for her ugly appearance. So I remained there helplessly, except the breeze or wind which was blowing me to and fro. If he was at a distance of four miles from a creature it would suspect him through his powerful smell. The aim of these cows was to kick or scratch me with their horns until I would stand up and be doing as they themselves were doing.

There I remained till the morning without seeing a single creature.

Anything can happen here, be it encountering some weird chapter titles like “Return the parts of body to the owners; or hired parts of the complete gentleman’s body to be returned”, “An egg fed the whole world”, “Pay what you owe me and vomit what you ate”, etc.

They perhaps too felt that, as the comedy of the first pages dissipates into horror, that this is drihkard very strange book indeed.