Perhaps Nadalina could have rescued The Life and Thoughts of Shaun Pascal from imminent obscurity, but this internal love affair fails because Ugezene is unable to transcend his own limited ideology of life, people, spaces and places, in order to reflect more deeply, to examine with passion. As a result, all we really get is a distillated abstraction of puerile notes from the jagged frontlines of a dream deferred….(continue)
