Teju Cole’s Open City

modern stream of consciousness I have just shut this book; still warm to the touch. It is the first time I have read this Nigerian-American author's work. Psychiatry, music, history, religion, race are all covered within its pages, but not in the usual vein. It is a multi layered, sophisticated and real read. There is …

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Costa Rica

Breakfast in the forest We awaken to the trumpet like blare of peacocks (an alternative to the more clichéd rooster), the rustling of palm fronds and a variety of squeaks and clicking sounds from insects and animals in the undergrowth. From the terrace of our guest-house, which is a wooden structure on stilts, painted a …

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CHAPTER II – CONNECTIONS

A bulky builder with huge working hands, fingers thick as sausages and cracked skin (the sort of hands that Tina Modotti would photograph) is holding a tiny red and white kitten when we arrive at the house in the morning. Set against the dark cupped paws of the builder, the kitten's delicate tininess is emphasized; …

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CHAPTER I – REMINISCING

I sat down over two hours ago, but so far…nothing. Scribble pad still virgin, computer screen still blank. “Shout if you need anything.” I had said to the workmen downstairs before climbing to my perch on the third floor. It is all very casual here. Shouts and swearing, laughter and arguments and lots and lots …

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