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Death In Love

Death In Love (Novel)
Other Name: Death In Love

Genre: novel,
Zin Murphy
100+ pages
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A compelling story of everyday death, life and love in a time of war.

The oppressive heat of January that blasts its way into the Land
Rover is still a surprise to Kenny Brakeman. It makes him realise he
is in Africa, despite his surroundings: odd pieces of colonial
architecture scattered among buildings typical of 1960s provincial
Europe. The unforgiving African sun makes him sweat so much that he
notices his own smell. The young Englishman is glad to be alone and
not sharing odours with any of his colleagues. The traffic is heavy
this evening, but not so heavy as to cause any jams.

Brakeman is late, but most people in the city are even later, so
he does not give the time a thought. The American friend he is going
to meet, Tony Montatigre, has the vice of punctuality, but will
wait. Even if he does not, lobster and wine will make Brakeman’s
trip worthwhile, if the grapevine proves reliable this time, and
provided those luxuries have not disappeared as suddenly as they
arrived in town. Brakeman accelerates.

Brakeman slows down as he approaches Kinaxixi Square. The human
overspill from the large market that sprawls next to the Square is
often a hazard to motorists, and Brakeman does not want fresh blood
staining the bonnet of his white Land Rover. Not to mention the
possibility of getting lynched. A horn sounds behind him.

Brakeman’s mirror shows him the pale, angry face of a woman he
judges to be Portuguese, mid-thirties, too old to be interesting. He
smiles at her nevertheless. Her open-topped yellow Citroen overtakes
him and she gives him a sour look as she passes. He catches sight of
his increasingly sun-reddened face and lank blond hair in his own
car’s mirror, and gives himself a sour look, too, but then he
brightens, and beams at the reflection of what he regards as
basically handsome features.


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