|André Brink (1935 – 2015). Photo source: africavivre.com|
In making my ambitious plans to read everything and anything this year, I decided that one of my reading forays would be into reading South African writers. I have not read that many South African writers and amongst my list of writers to read was of course, André Brink. Then on Sunday I saw a newspaper article announcing his death and suddenly there was this new urgency to get on with Reading South Africa. I have just taken his book Philida from my bookshelf and I am adding the internationally renowned A Dry White Season to my list. I have to narrow down my reading list though, so that in trying to read everything, I don’t end up reading nothing at all. As I write this, a copy of Marlene van Niekerk’s 692-page book Agaat is next to my computer. To say it looks intimidating is playing it down. The bar-coded date stamp at the back states that I bought it in March 2008 – it not only sounds like a lifetime ago, but it feels like it too. I think my reading it is long overdue. André Brink is next in my new quest.