I've always enjoyed Will Randall's books. He has an unerring knack of finding the story in real-life situations, and one imagines he must have missed out a lot of his experiences to create such a tightly-focused and engaging narrative. This could be a novel - Todorov and Propp's necessities for the perfect story are all there, something that few writers can achieve when dealing with non-fiction.
I've not given this five stars because I found Randall's conversational tone (admittedly, a part of his style) occassionally jarring. Too many adverbs and hedges. But that's a minimal gripe. Overall, this is a tender and lovely book, which reminded me of my time in Africa, why I had loved it so, and why I want to go back so much.
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