Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight, Alexandra Fuller
Fascinating nonfiction. Memoir of girlhood in Africa in the 70's and 80's. I can see that the author loves Africa but I cannot see why. Hardscrabble existence, political turmoil, and racist attitudes. Some hilarious scenes, some foodborne illness, lost of descriptions of how hot it was. A review called it a work of "terrible beauty" and I think that's pretty close. The edition I read was marred by dogshit book-review-talk-amongst-yourselves questions at the end ("book chat" as Vidal would have it). Summation: good to read in winter when you're cold; could probably serve as a substitute for an actual trip to Africa for the faint of heart.