this is a horrible book - the content, i mean - not the style or the writing...
i've read the author's other 2 memoirs of Zimbabwe and loved them. same thing this time, 2 or 3 pages in, and i immediately recognized how much i like reading his prose. although the material should be daunting and i should feel reluctant to immerse myself in all this true violence, i continually looked forward to the next time i could pick up the book.
of course, i feel angry about the content. i feel ashamed that this all went on while i lived my little life in 2009, only vaguely hearing the news reports. i feel disheartened over the ease in which some people embody evil.