Christopher Hope
Autor(a) de My Mother's Lovers
About the Author
Obras por Christopher Hope
21 (BARNES) 1 exemplar
Are We Really Running Out of Oil (Article) 1 exemplar
Associated Works
21: 21 Picador Authors Celebrate 21 Years of International Writing (1993) — Contribuidor — 53 exemplares
Telling Stories: The Best of BBC Radio's Recent Short Fiction v. 4 (1995) — Contribuidor — 5 exemplares
Fodor's Berlin [3rd edition] : The complete guide with walking tours and excursions to Dresden, Leipzig and Potsdam (1993) — Seeing is Believing — 2 exemplares
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Conhecimento Comum
- Data de nascimento
- 1944-02-26
- Sexo
- male
- País (no mapa)
- South Africa
- Local de nascimento
- Johannesburg, South Africa
- Locais de residência
- Johannesburg, South Africa
London, England - Educação
- University of the Witwatersrand
University of Natal - Prémios e menções honrosas
- Professor Alexander Petrie Award
Thomas Pringle Award (1973)
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Estatísticas
- Obras
- 28
- Also by
- 4
- Membros
- 646
- Popularidade
- #39,073
- Avaliação
- 3.3
- Críticas
- 20
- ISBN
- 121
- Línguas
- 7
- Marcado como favorito
- 1
The ability to speak English was a well-treasured accomplishment of our narrator. He repeats often that he is the only English speaking individual among the tribe and he is self-taught.
What became of the boy after his entire family was burned to death? Where can one find the King of Bongo-Bongo-Land? What is the true color of ostrich bile? Could a settlement in England be established? Can Humpty-Bloody-Dumpty be put back together again? What is the answer to cultural identity if there is only muscular gloom? The belief that if you had been to Cape Town you knew the ways of the world. What is the Great Paper? Does Old Auntie with Diamonds in Her Hair know the truth? Speaking of truth, I wanted to laugh more when reading Darkest England. I wanted the satire to be bitingly funny. Instead I found it to be more dark than snark. In hindsight, the prison scene was kind of funny. Steel bracelets around ones wrist, being taken from one place to another in a "courtesy" vehicle, the stark "apartment", having a toilet next to the bed was a luxury, and best of all, the devotion to privacy - all doors locked behind us.
Maybe if I had bonded with any character it would have made a difference. I'm not sure I liked anyone even a little bit.… (mais)