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206 pages, Paperback
First published November 3, 2008
...we hadn’t been together long enough to know that we shouldn’t talk about old lovers, we probably hadn’t been together long enough to go to Paris. No two people are ever together long enough to enjoy word games. (p21)I found this disquieting. Ann Patchett remembers the fight but recalls nothing of the meal.
The colonial old-boy British superiority…a poison toad, the last gasp of a dying empire, only surpassed by the breathtaking meanness of the Afrikaners and their ruling Nationalist Party. (p145)Jon misses cheeseburgers, chili dogs and taquitos, and has to suffer instead, ‘the dull mushy-peas probity of Durban’s white cuisine’ (p145), until making a welcome discovery. Durban shuts down on a Sunday in churchy rectitude, alleviated for Baitz only by the hot red curries prepared by Indian cooks at a decrepit golf club they belatedly stumble upon. On one occasion, for the enjoyment of patrons at the club, there was a screening of In the Heat of the Night with Sidney Poitier, which rather rattled the drunken Durbanites.