If pressed upon to tell The Truth and nothing but the Truth, The Excerpt Reader will avow, like most Western readers I guess, to a strong abstention from any non-western literature.
That will include the odd African, Eastern or at times even North American novel that might make it through the cultural barrier separating between this world and the Other.
This, even when taking into account that, if pried upon a little, The Excerpt Reader's lineage would burst with Baltic and Oriental remnants upon the slightest touch.
Thus, even if a novel like Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart or Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger were to miraculously land on my book-shelf (I actually received the latter as a birthday present some two years ago); Even if Zadie Smith's White Teeth were to be televised and screened on my TV (it actually was, but I didn't make it through the first chapter of the British series; What's more, I actually bought the book myself, in free will and good mind, about 10 years ago in Heathrow airport at a bargain price, along with some 2-3 other paperbacks); Even then I am ashamed to say I would be reluctant to pick any of these books up and actually give them the reading they deserve.
It would have to take a "miracle", hence, something like incidentally stumbling upon an odd remark from a fellow Facebook user, claiming: "Reading in the car and What Is The What at home. Some contrast!" to make The Excerpt Reader pop out of its shell and give this 'African' novel's excerpt a good rummaging-through before giving it its just verdict.
True, you might justly claim that Dave Eggers' What Is the What: The Autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng is not a 'proper' African novel, in that it was written by an American writer and not by Valentino Achak Deng, a Sudanese refugee, as the oxymoronic title suggests (was 'Biography' not enough? Are we to believe that Eggers embodies Achak-Deng so thoroughly in this narrative that he can claim to be speaking as/for him?!), but the book is after all based on the real life story of Achak-Deng, so there is some 'justice' in Eggers' endeavors here, as well as in my reading it, i guess (If it weren't for the Western transcription of the 'African' events and emotions described here, I sadly confess I most likely would not have been tempted enough to read the excerpt at all).