Beasts of No Nation

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Beasts of No Nation by Uzodinma Iweala, Barbara Rosenblat, Nyambi Nyambi

In this stunning debut novel, Agu, a young boy in an unnamed West African nation, is recruited into a unit of guerrilla fighters as civil war engulfs his country. Haunted by his father's own death at the hands of militants, which he fled just before witnessing, Agu is vulnerable to the dangerous yet paternal nature of his new commander.

While the war rages on, Agu becomes increasingly divorced from the life he had known before the conflict started -- a life of school friends, church services, and time with his family still intact. As he vividly recalls these sunnier times, his daily reality spins further downward into inexplicable brutality, primal fear, and loss of selfhood. His relationship with his commander deepens even as it darkens, and his camaraderie with a fellow soldier lends a deceptive sense of normalcy to his experience.

In a powerful, strikingly original voice that vividly captures Agu's youth and confusion, Uzodinma Iweala has produced a harrowing, deeply affecting novel. Both a searing take on coming-of-age and a vivid document of the dark face of war, Beasts of No Nation announces the arrival of an extaordinary new writer.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781419395697
Publisher: Recorded Books, LLC
Publication date: 07/18/2006

About the Author

Uzodinma Iweala received the Los Angeles Times Art Seidenbaum Award for First Fiction, the Sue Kaufman Prize for First Fiction from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, the New York Public Library Young Lions Fiction Award, and the John Llewellyn Rhys Prize, all for Beasts of No Nation. He was also selected as one of Granta’s Best Young American Novelists. A graduate of Harvard University and the Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons, he lives in New York City and Lagos, Nigeria.


Potomac, Maryland

Date of Birth:

November 5, 1982

Place of Birth:

Washington, D.C.


A.B., Harvard University, Magna Cum Laude in English and American Literature and Language, 2004

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Beasts of No Nation

A Novel
By Uzodinma Iweala

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2005 Uzodinma Iweala
All right reserved.

ISBN: 006079867X

Chapter One

It is starting like this. I am feeling itch like insect is crawling on my skin, and then my head is just starting to tingle right between my eye, and then I am wanting to sneeze because my nose is itching, and then air is just blowing into my ear and I am hearing so many thing: the clicking of insect, the sound of truck grumbling like one kind of animal, and then the sound of somebody shouting, TAKE YOUR POSITION RIGHT NOW! QUICK! QUICK QUICK! MOVE WITH SPEED! MOVE FAST OH! in voice that is just touching my body like knife.

I am opening my eye and there is light all around me coming into the dark through hole in the roof, crossing like net above my body. Then I am feeling my body crunched up like one small mouse in the corner when the light is coming on. The smell of rainwater and sweat is coming into my nose and I am feeling my shirt is so wet it is almost like another skin. I want to be moving, but my whole bone is paining me and my muscle is paining me like fire ant is just biting me all over my body. If I can be slapping myself to be making it go away I am doing it, but I cannot even move one finger. I am not doing anything.

Footstep is everywhere around me and making me to think that my father is coming to bring medicine to stop all of this itch and pain. I turn onto my back. The footstep is growing louder, louder, louder until I am hearing it even more than my own breathing or heart beating. Step slap, step slap, step slap, I am hearing getting louder, louder, louder and then shadow is coming into the light from under the door.

Somebody is knocking. KNOCK KNOCK. But I am not answering. Then they are angrying too much and just kicking so the whole of this place is shaking and the roof is falling apart small small so that more light is coming in. And the wood everywhere is cracking until I am hearing PING PING and seeing screw falling from the door into bucket near my feets. The sound is fighting the wall, bouncing from here to there, through the net of light, until it is like the sound is pushing the door open so there is so much brightness. BRIGHTNESS! So much brightness is coming into my eye until I am seeing purple spot for long time. Then I am seeing yellow eye belonging to one short dark body with one big belly and leg thin like spider's own. This body is so thin that his short is just blowing around his leg like woman's skirt and his shirt is looking like dress the way it is hanging from his shoulder. His neck is just struggling too much to hold up his big head that is always moving one way or the other.

I am looking at him. He is looking at me. He is not surprising at all to be seeing me even if I am surprising for him, but his face is falling and becoming more dark. He is sniffing like dog and stepping to me. KPAWA! He is hitting me.

Again and again he is hitting me and each blow from his hand is feeling on my skin like the flat side of machete. I am trying to scream, but he is knocking the air from my chest and then slapping my mouth. I am tasting blood. I am feeling like vomiting. The whole place around us is shaking, just shaking rotten fruit from the shelf, just sounding like it will be cracking into many piece and falling on top of us. He is grabbing my leg, pulling it so hard that it is like it will be coming apart like meat, and my body is just sliding slowly from the stall out into the light and onto the mud.

In the light, my breath is coming back and using force to open my chest to make me to coughing and my eye to watering. The whole world is spreading before me and I am looking up to the gray sky moving slowly slowly against the top leaf of all the tall tall Iroko tree. And under this, many smaller tree is fighting each other to climb up to the sunlight. All the leaf is dripping with rainwater and shining like jewel or glass. The grasses by the road is so tall and green past any color I am seeing before. This is making me to think of jubilating, dancing, shouting, singing because Kai! I am saying I am finally dead. I am thinking that maybe this boy is spirit and I should be thanking him for bringing me home to the land of spirits, but before I can even be opening my mouth to be saying anything, he is leaving me on my back in the mud.

I can see the bottom of truck parking just little bit away from me. Two truck is blocking up the whole road and more are parking on the roadside. The piece of cloth covering them is so torn up and full of hole and the paint is coming off to showing so much rust, like blood, making me to thinking the truck is like wounding animal. And around all the truck, just looking like ghost, are soldier. Some is wearing camouflage, other is wearing T-shirt and jean, but it is not mattering because all of the clothe is tearing and having big hole. Some of them is wearing real boot and the rest is wearing slipper. Some of them is standing at attention with their leg so straight that it is looking like they do not have knee. Some of them is going to toilet against the truck and other is going to toilet into the grasses. Almost everybody is carrying gun.


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“[Beasts of No Nation] is a work of visceral urgency…it heralds the arrival of a major talent.”

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“Uzodinma Iweala is a gifted and brave writer.”

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Beasts of No Nation 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A wonderful book
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Wordzmind More than 1 year ago
Written in Pidgen English, Beasts of No Nation captures the life of a child soldier perfectly. With his family torn apart by war, Agu, the child soldier that this book is based around, is adopted by militants. He becomes a man way before his time. All of the horrors of war are known by him. He is property of times that he has no control of. The title is perfect. I highly recommend this book. American teenagers would be wise to read it and thank God that they live here.
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FocoProject More than 1 year ago
What¿s that? You had a bad childhood? Dad spanked you with a leather belt because you punched your brother? Mommy didn¿t let you go out with your friends because they were hanging out with college boys? You only had one electronic game console and it was not the most current one? Damn, that must have been hard. But hey, at least your dad was not shot in front of you. Right? At least you were not forced to join a militia, and then asked to kill other children or women by jumping on their chest until their lungs are bruised to a pulp and they spit out bloody messes out of their mouth.

I assure you, however bad your childhood was, it will not compare to the childhood of Agu, a Nigerian child caught in the claws of Civil War. Homeless and left without a family, he is forced to become a man long before his time, conflicting with everything he has ever thought, stuck between survival and morality.

Though a bit difficult to read, given the fact that it is writen as if Agu himself were telling (with grammatical errors, phonetic spelling and expressed in broken english) the story, this story grabs you by the throat and forces you into it. For a first novel¿well hell even if it were not a first novel¿this book is a raw literary blade. A must read and to boot, its not a terribly long read, approximately 150 pages¿
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love the prose of this book! While reading, I could picture quite clearly a little boy trying to make sense of his crazy world. Outstanding.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Uzodinma Iweala is a master of voice and prose. He uses his amazing talents and skills to describe the horrible war zone that many Africans live in, while also creating a voice of a small boy--a voice that is completely believable--to tell this story. Your eyes will create rivers from the sad events of this story, and your stomach will churn in directions you didn't think possible, but the story and what it stands for will teach you something-- and hopefully get you to help fight against the horrible things that go on in this novel. Iweala has composed a piece that will truly become a classic.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i thought this book was going to be an easy read and quick book to do for my project, but it was actually hard to make out some of the sentences and the words were kind of confusing, but I love how it is filled with action and imagery and the author writes like he was actually there during the war and hardships.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was very hard to read at times because of the contents. But is was wonderfully written. I can't believe that it is the writters first novel. He is very gifted.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Beasts of No Nation is, paradoxically, a beautiful portrayal of the dehumanization of war. The juxtaposition of the lyrical prose against raw and bloody brutality carves the author's message deep into your heart. And the way the young protagonist's commander manipulates him by convincing him that the people he is killing are the 'enemy, stealing our food' reminds me of the machinations of the US military in 'The Black H,' by Pax. This is a must read book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The BEASTS OF NO NATION story reigns true in the countless civil wars that have ravaged Africa from the East (Somalia, Congo, Rwanda) to the South (Mozambique and Angola) the West (Liberia, Sierra Leone, Nigeria) and in Algeria and Sudan. It is mirrored in the light of the Palestinian. The underlying theme of teenage soldiers being used for a cause against their comprehension is a dehumanizing crime that should be met with the harshest of punishment against the perpetrators.
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