So my nephew, who is 16, has been reading (always a dangerous occupation) and has just devoured Chinua Achebe's "Things Fall Apart".
"Uncle Dave," he says the other night, "is there an African restaurant in L.A.?"
"Well," I temporise, "there's certainly Moroccan, and Ethiopian, and of course Moun of Tunis."
"Uncle DAVE," he says in that tone of voice that only teenagers can produce, "'Things Fall Apart' was set in NIGERIA, not Ethiopia, GOD!"
"You said Africa," said I, "and those places are all in Africa."
"FINE. Is there a NIGERIAN, or WEST African restaurant, here in L.A.?"