
Daria Tunca, "The Danger of a Single Short Story: Reality, Fiction and Metafiction in Chimamanda Ngozi
Adichie's 'Jumping Monkey Hill'", Journal of Postcolonial Writing 54.1 (2018), pp. 69-82, special issue on
"'Minor' Genres in Postcolonial Literatures", ed. by Bénédicte Ledent & Delphine Munos.
Status: Postprint (Author's version)
In an essay published in The Guardian, Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2013)
recounts how she once took a walk in her ancestral home town of Abba at Christmas. Ahead
of her on the road were two local girls conversing in what the author identified as a "rural
Igbo dialect" (para. 1). Unexpectedly, one of the girls slipped and fell. Shifting to English, she
suddenly exclaimed: "Fuck!" Adichie, who describes herself as "an unrepentant eavesdropper
and a collector of stories", promptly took out her notebook to record the moment, thinking
that she might "later mould [it] into fiction". Because of how unlikely it was for the expletive
"fuck" to come out of the mouth of a rural Igbo girl, the writer reflects, a future reader might
very well dismiss a fictionalized version of this incident as implausible – "a reasonable
protest", Adichie concedes. Yet, as her essay goes on to argue, such resistance on the part of
the reader reveals a tendency to judge fiction "only by the conventions of the general" (para.
2), whereas often the episodes that seem most unbelievable in novels and short stories are
actually "those that are most closely based on the real" (para. 4). Or, to rephrase this idea
using the title of Adichie's own piece: "Facts are stranger than fiction".
Such reflections on the interplay between reality and some readers' expectations of its
rendering in fiction are at the heart of Adichie's "Jumping Monkey Hill", a short story that
was first published in the literary journal Granta in 2006, and which was later included in the
author's collection of short stories The Thing around Your Neck (Adichie 2009a). The piece
centres on a young woman named Ujunwa Ogundu, a fictional Nigerian author who attends
an African writers' workshop outside Cape Town in South Africa, where she is faced with the
lustful and patronizing attitude of the white, British, Oxford-trained organizer of the event. As
Adichie has repeatedly stated in interviews, this short story is "quite autobiographical", and its
writing "was propelled by rage" (2009b). Indeed, the author has made no secret of the fact
that her acerbic piece was based on her "horrible personal experience" (Adichie 2015) at the
inaugural workshop of the Caine Prize for African Writing, which she attended after one of