No recent book about white Africans has sold as well as Alexandra Fuller’s debut, Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight. Fuller drew on rich raw material in that story (her own upbringing in a farming family beset by all manner of travails in southern Africa), which could have been a masterpiece had it been written more elegantly and with guts. In Scribbling the Cat, Fuller suddenly proves that she can write like a dream after all, and do so with an excoriating honesty. Unfortunately, this time she has much less of a story to tell than in her first book. I love this book but I see it, like the first one, as a near miss that could have been so much more.

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