Pushing the boundaries to breaking point is one of the many things I greatly admire in Okojie’s writing. She writes like no one else; distorting genres and defying convention in a way which is intimidatingly courageous. A story’s place within a collection is a vital element of consideration when writing. What comes first and last is important. ‘Logarithm’ opens this wildly original collection, and consists of a brutally short stream of sentences, each of which present an object. There is a gothic attention to the domestic and the bodily in these sentences that almost all begin with ‘Here is…’. This repetition becomes like a mantra, that almost disappears into nothing as the story reaches a crescendo and then breaks its own pattern with a chilling question: ‘But where is the baby’. Everything is just out of reach in this piece; it’s deeply unsettling, and put me (deliciously, thrillingly) on the back foot as I pushed through into the collection.
Collected in Nudibranch, Dialogue Books, 2019
A Personal Anthology 