Fairytales for Lost Children

Diriye Osman

Published by Team Angelica in Paperback

‘Fairytales for Lost Children’ by Diriye Osman is narrated by people constantly on the verge of self-revelation. These characters  – young, gay and lesbian Somalis – must navigate the complexities of family, identity and the immigrant experience as they tumble toward freedom, Set in Kenya, Somalia and South London, these stories are imbued with pathos, passion and linguistic playfulness, marking the arrival of a singular new voice in contemporary fiction.

“Fantastic writing, I am most highly impressed. I’ve read some of the stories more than once and saw in each one of them plenty of talent everywhere – in every sinew and vein. ” NURUDDIN FARAH

“There is nothing more humbling than good writing except when the author is fiercely beautiful and ferociously generous of heart. That Diriye Osman should possess so much talent is only fair in light of his goodness.”

MESHELL NDEGEOCELLO

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