​examiner) Scarpetta series. The first one Postmortem was written in 1990, the latest Livid in 2022 – with a few beats in between, that’s pretty much one a year. Impressive hey!
Someone refers to Cornwell’s ‘fanatically loyal fan base’ – someone else inferred that you need to have a bit of background on Ms Scarpetta to make sense of the latest. But what I say is Phew! Can you imagine all those words around one woman – can you imagine all those words from one woman. And from one woman with a story of her own. Cornwell’s father walked out on the family when she was five. Ruth Bell Graham (wife of evangelist Billy) was a key figure in her upbringing (and about whom she wrote a book which seems to have soured the relationship), she was a promising tennis ace, worked as a reporter, suffered anorexia, molestation and depression at different stages and had three novels rejected before the first, Postmortem, was published. With a personal story like that, why would you write about anyone else?
It’s been suggested that Kay Scarpetta is Cornwell’s alter ego – but then she’s also had a long time obsession with Jack the Ripper, about whom she wrote a book called Portrait of a killer - Jack the Ripper, Case Closed. I rest my case.
All of this is a lot to process in an author’s background. But intrigued, I gave Livid, the latest in the Scarpetta series, a go. Truth to tell, I was a bit overwhelmed. Drowned in detail and razor-edged dialogue. The opening chapters of snapping court cross examination set the tone – but I soldiered on. Finally, the take home factor for me, was learning a lot about the American way of speaking, smoking, eating, drinking and thinking – I also found out what livid, and also birddogging, really means. But phewy, I take my hat off to the 100 million devotees – but more especially I take my hat off to Ms Cornwell, and look forward to her autobiography – unless she’s already done it.

​As the author says, “The story is inspired by the very real historical trauma and injustice of enslavement and discrimination in South Africa.” Hella’s anger has been passed down from mother to daughter.
Back to the now. Savannah and her close-knit family live in Cape Town. They live in secret fear of the curse that her aunties believe claimed the lives of her grandmother (who died suddenly at twenty-nine years old), and her aunt Freda who lost control of her car on the highway. She perished just aged twenty-seven. Hella’s curse: You will die before you have fully lived.
Freda was like a second mother to Savannah as she looked after her so that Kim, Savannah’s mother, could finish school. As difficult as she was as a child, prone to frantic meltdowns and tantrums, Freda always found ways to soothe her. When Freda died, her world imploded. Now Savannah is fury on two legs. Not afraid of anything; especially misogynists and veil witches out to get her. Her wrath knows no limit. Hella’s girls: The angrier they are, the younger they die.
Savannah doesn’t want to die before her time. It’s a frantic race against the clock as she confronts danger and brutal moments from her past.
The author deserves a ten out of ten for this thriller. It’s vivid and tragic at the same time. Once I started reading, I couldn’t put the book down. Even at midnight, during load shedding, I had to make use of my mobile phone torch until the electricity came back on – two hours later! It’s awfully engrossing. Witches, forbidden magic, and incredible twists churning in my head as I type the review.  I commend the sensitivity shown by the author when dealing with past trauma, enslaved people, race, inequality and violence against women.
Kudos for a superb book that kept me fascinated from beginning to end, and made me think about my own history. I hope it can reach as many young adults in this country.
“Like Savannah, enslavement is almost certainly part of my own family history, and the book ‘s underlying themes of trauma and historical rage resonate deeply for me,” Mary Watson.

shaking or squeezing to identify the contents. But what a treat to get a book by a writer who you could not only ask to sign your copy, but get the back story first-hand – the unabridged pain and joy! Some of the group are old friends, some are newer acquaintances, so it was also a ‘getting to know you’ opportunity.
I was delighted to unwrap Bridget Pitt’s Notes from the Lost Property Department (Penguin) – primarily because of its irresistible cover. But secondly because she was in the ‘newer acquaintance’ category. And is it not so that a writer wears his/her heart on their sleeve when they write a novel. Their experience, their knowledge, their soul, style and humour are all laid bare for the reading.
The choice of subject matter already says something about the author – the manifestation of brain injury, through stroke or accident. In the acknowledgments she thanks survivors and their families for their testimonies. So we know she cares and has listened. We know that she is a hiker through her intimate knowledge of the Drakensberg, and an environmentalist through her descriptions of flora and fauna - I venture that not everyone knows what a lammergeyer is. It is clear she’s a thinker in the conversations she captures and that her background was filled with song and poetry for which she has both memory and nostalgia. She has a great deal of heart – I’d say it’s necessary to have ‘been there’ to write about the intensity of relationships, and overall it’s evident that she’s also a careful craftsman. The interwoven stories of ageing Grace who suffers a stroke, and of her daughter Iris who had a fall as a child, are delivered in ‘then and now’ chapters – 1972 and 2012 with the ultimate reveal coming only towards the end. It is a story, certainly of what’s lost, but also of what can be found. ​

Emmanuel arrives in South Africa alone.  A child.
This lone young refugee is the protagonist of The Antbear Cabin, the other is Winter, his elderly white-woman ‘rescuer’. Both are outsiders, but what they also have in common is loss. Emmanuel’s loss is not just that of his country but of his whole family, principally his now missing mother.  Although it is not expanded on, Winter’s loss is her son, Taylor. He makes an appearance only through his painting set that Winter bequeaths to Emmanuel. The young man is initially reluctant to be this eccentric woman’s ‘rescue project’ – but things change as the two find common ground, quite literally through nature, and eventually, through shared stories.
Fittingly, this self-published book is dedicated to ‘all the many displaced people of Congo and other conflict zones, in their search for home and wholeness’. But there is an unmistakably personal undertone to the story. On her website, Elana declares “Most of my writing is based on my own experiential knowledge of what I write. I’ve hunkered down at the Bushmen fires in the Kalahari Desert (Kalahari RainSong); seen firsthand the wild beauty of Congo lakes and forests (The Antbear Cabin)” so you know that she has witnessed, and felt, a large part of what she is talking about, and that she is moved to pass it on. I know now, for instance that amongst other things, the antbear is a good mother – a small but significant detail.
Years ago, around 2004, I had the opportunity to read Kalahari RainSong, the book that Elana co-wrote with Belinda Kruiper wife of the late poet and artist Vetkat Regopstaan Boesman Kruiper. In the author’s note she talks about her ‘own feelings of being different, an outsider’. So to read The Antbear Cabin, is not just to learn some of the cripplingly hard lessons that a refugee suffers on the streets of South Africa, but also some of the writers worldview, wisdom and knowledge.  ​

started writing it back in 2017 but then stopped. Unable to continue, she was gripped by the paralysing fear familiar to so many of us. The fear of what people might think and say about us when we expose our most inner terrors.
It was only in the second year of the Covid pandemic, in 2021, that she took the deep leap of faith and wrote on. ‘Bamboozled’ is a fascinating read about the author’s controversial spiritual pursuit to fix herself, to find freedom, forgiveness and joy in a troubled world.
Before reading it however, I was concerned that I might not get the full picture of Melinda’s life experience since I haven’t read her first book ‘Smacked’, nor the follow-up ‘Hooked’ and then ‘Crashed’. My worries were laid to rest as the book delves into her early childhood right up to her current state. And what a rollercoaster ride her life has been. It was at the tender age of four that she was introduced to vulnerability – her sense of safety shattered by her father’s sudden death. She will start drinking by the time she’s nine. “My childhood was steeped in alcohol,” she reveals. “After my father died, my mother took to the bottle.” For the author, alcohol was the gateway drug to heroin and crack cocaine.
During a seven-year insatiable drug binge she loses everything. Her two sons are taken away by her mother-in-law, her husband is gone, and so is her career as an actress and an award-winning filmmaker. She’s utterly broken, penniless and homeless in Hillbrow. For a fix, she steals, begs and whores.
The road to redemption that follows is a long and lonely one. Against all odds, she soldiered on the mammoth journey to life recovery – clutching at anything that would give her a sense of purpose. She was thrown a lifeline when the opportunity to write her debut memoir came along. In 2005 ‘Smacked’ was published, a runaway success which saw her parachuted to glory. In 2011, she went back to university and earned an Honours degree in Publishing with distinction. But all the accolades in the world do not fill the gaping hole in her heart.  Something profound was missing.
Then her world literally comes crashing down again after the near-fatal Ferrari car accident. She developed extreme PTSD and checked into a mental-health clinic for three weeks. It was during this time of disconnect and anxiousness that she stumbled across the healing effects of psilocybin mushrooms. In late March 2015, she embarked on her first mushroom ceremony in Monica’s Healing House. The experience is life-changing.
Then the Covid pandemic hits the globe and the world is left in disarray. On 15 March 2020, the president announces that South Africa is in a National State of Disaster. Even though she has been clean and sober for 20 years, she’s overwhelmed by “out-of-control panic.” “Overnight” she says “the virus has, like some psycho vacuum cleaner, sucked away all my inspiration.“ 
To escape the pandemic, she finds a piece of heaven nestled in the remote Matroosberg mountains. Her place of joy and freedom. But, as cruel fate would have it, a brutal murder changes everything. For crying out loud…. when will this woman find eternal peace I wonder? Are the gods forever scheming against her?
Two decades earlier, Melinda sold her soul to the devil that is crack and heroin. She was a one-woman tsunami destroying everything on her path.  In ‘Bamboozled’, she owns up to her self-destruction as she tackles her darkest fears. Confronting buried memories, childhood wounds, guilt and unresolved pain. Eventually she finds a loyal friend in Joe, the dog she rescued and who ends up being her liberator….but there’s so much more in this book. Read it with your seat belt firmly fastened.  ​

​story that was fortunate enough to find its way onto her tongue was brought to colourful life.’ Ndlovu has truly inherited that gift of storytelling and, while the origins of the story may have been a while back, here she prologues the novel with this story based on what her grandmother told her…and so the doors to her magical world are opened.
As the novel progresses, she invokes that spell that blurs fiction and myth bringing a cast of what I can only describe as technicolour characters. Larger than life, their quirks create a stage set for a story of unheralded adventure with heroes, murderers, mistaken identities, mistresses, guerrillas, ex-soldiers and heartbreak in this bustling story.  But it is enduring love that both begins and ends this deliciously engaging story.
There is a busyness that hauls you inside the pages making you part of the evolving action as we enter the mythical African City of Kings. These are not quiet streets or quiet people now that ceasefire has been declared. Independence is on the horizon and colonialism is about to be replaced with a post - colonial state. Spokes Moloi, a policeman with spotless integrity is about to retire and his wife Loveness could not be happier. He has had an exemplary career, with only a couple of cases that remain unsolved – the ‘Daisy case’ being one, something that has irked him. As the City settles into its new status Emil Coetzee, the powerful Head of the sinister Organisation of Domestic Affairs walks into the bush, and disappears. This is a mystery to be followed up, and, with conflicting reports it is up to Spokes to solve this, his last case. Was Emil murdered or could he have committed suicide?
Piece by piece, tangle by tangle, myth by myth Spokes peels away the layers of the embattled Coetzee’s life to reveal some surprising and baffling information. Along the way we meet the mistress, the ex-wife - mourning for the loss of her son and ex-husband, the impersonator and the madam. With each character wanting to contribute some information on the feared Emil there are an awful lot of red herrings which lead Spokes into a maze of contradictions and lead to unexpected outcomes. And does he solve it? Well that’s for you the reader to discover.
Delve into the pages of this book and you will be simply captivated. It’s a book that you live as you follow the footsteps, the sickly sweet perfume of the stalker, watch the skulduggery  between politicians and secret service characters (very close to the truth methinks!) and follow intrepid journalist and biographer Saskia Hargrave as she weaves her own web of deceit.
Ndlovu’s writing style is uniquely decisive, her phraseology defining her meaning. She writes about social issues and does not shirk at the horrors, the violence and the heartbreak that affects us all. She is a brave writer, bringing a new style of literary fiction that is accessible, readable and totally absorbing. Many of her characters deserve a book of their own, but I urge you to enter the wonder that is Siphiwe Gloria Ndlovu’s world. You will never be disappointed.
Born in Zimbabwe Ndlovu has already proven to be a talent to be followed. She won the Sunday Times fiction prize in 2019 for the bestseller The Theory of Flight. She is a winner of Yale University’s 2022 Windham Campbell prize, is a writer, filmmaker and an academic with a PhD from Stanford University, and directed and edited the award-winning short film Graffiti.