Brittle Birthday

Let me stammer my life

Down your endless lane.

— Wole Soyinka, “Song: Deserted Markets,” Idanre and Other Poems

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.
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6 Responses to “Brittle Paper is 3 Years Old Today!” Subscribe

  1. Obinna Udenwe 2013/08/01 at 16:10 #

    Happy birthday, Brittle Paper! May God continue to guide and grow this blog to a great height!

  2. Ainehi Edoro 2013/08/01 at 16:49 #

    Thanks Obinna for your support!

  3. Afolabi 2013/08/02 at 01:37 #

    Congrats and Happy Birthday! We all need some brittle paper in our lives.

  4. Yemisi 2013/08/02 at 05:22 #

    Happy Birthday Brittle Paper! One of my favourite blogs. Keep up the great work Ainehi.

  5. Tee 2013/08/03 at 22:21 #

    Congrats Brittlepaper. More fruitful years ahead!

  6. Tolulope Popoola 2013/08/04 at 18:34 #

    Well done Brittle Paper! Keep up the good work 🙂

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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