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A Good Writer Can Watch A Cat Pad Across The Street And Know What It Is To Be Pounced Upon By A Bengal Tiger.

The Cold War Provided The Perfect Excuse For Western Governments To Plunder And Exploit The Third World In The Name Of Freedom; To Rig Its Elections, Bribe Its Politicians, Appoint Its Tyrants And, By Every Sophisticated Means Of Persuasion And Interference, Stunt The Emergence Of Young Democracies In The Name Of Democracy.

We Have Learned In Recent Years To Translate Almost All Of Political Life In Terms Of Conspiracy. And The Spy Novel, As Never Before, Really, Has Come Into Its Own.

Only Esmeralda Was Not Weeping. Instead She Wore That Wooden Look That Whites Mistake For Churlishenss Or Indifference. Woodrew Knew It Was Neither. It Was Familiarity. This How Real Life Is Constituted, It Said. This Is Grief And Hatred And People Hacked To Death. This Is The Everyday We Have Known Since We Were Born And You Wazungu Have Not.

I've Always Had Difficulties With Female Characters.