Into South Africa's Woods "I had already felt the African forest when I was a boy on a hike with an English girl, visiting Newlands, the indigenous woods on the rainy side of Table Mountain, where the ground sprung wild, lush and sensual."
Your writing is a rolling landscape of humanity. It perturbs me. That sense that I could possibly write this joyfully … without adding ‘if only…’.
Your writing is a rolling landscape of humanity. It perturbs me. That sense that I could possibly write this joyfully … without adding ‘if only…’.