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Things Fall Apart - Thinking Activity

Hello Readers !

Chinua Achebe was a Nigerian novelist and poet whose magnum opus or masterpiece novel 'Things Fall Apart' is one of the widely read African novel. Published in 1958, the novel covers the pre colonial and post colonial period in Nigeria.

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Que. 1 What is historical context of Things Fall Apart ?

The novel Things Fall Apart is historically connected with the independence of Nigeria. Nigeria was under British empire's occupancy. Nigeria became independent on 1st October 1960.

“The white man is very clever. He came quietly and peaceably with his religion. We were amused at his foolishness and allowed him to stay. Now he has won our brothers, and our clan can no longer act like one. He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart.”

― Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart

Que. What is the significance of the title ?

Ans: The title of the novel is taken from W B Yeats' poem 'The Second Coming'. The poem was written in 1919. 

Here are the exact lines from the poem.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.