I am reading Amos Oz's memoir, A Tale of Love and Darkness... sad but exhilarating writing. All the more marvellous because translated; Unlike Orhan Pamuk's Snow, another excellent book I read in the first weeks here, where the translation intrudes on occasion. Still, nothing like reading excellent fiction by two writers who themsemves love reading and be consolidating a library program in rural villages... goosebumps? Or is it the heat, now hovering between 40-45 (105-110).
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