I'm not sure I'd have read this had it not been for the Booker longlisting, as I found the jacket drab and the title didn't grab me (it turns out to be a quote from a Philip Larkin poem). But I found this a quite astonishing first novel - as accomplished a book as you'd expect from any of the writers with whom he shares the Booker Prize longlist. Since I finished it I can't stop thinking of Owen Simmons, and the team of cynical, war-weary foreign correspondents with whom he chases conflict in late 1990s Africa. The book is dark and furious; there's no redemptive happy ending, no heroics (at least, when people act like heroes, it's usually from distinctly unheroic motives), and the African conflict is an integral part of the narrative, and not just the backdrop for the lives of glamorous Europeans. It's as complex and messy as the country it describes, shot through with mordant humour, and written in the most beautiful prose. Not an easy read, but a rewarding one that will stay with you for a long time.