wanton lawlessness prevails
“There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it…”
Those opening lines of the classic 1948 novel Cry, the Beloved Country by Pietermaritzburg-born writer and anti-apartheid activist Alan Stewart Paton have been indelibly etched in my mind and consciousness since the time I devoured the book in primary school.
I returned to it several more times just to get lost within the magical spell that Paton weaves with this seminal piece of South African literature.
I also enjoyed the Darrel
