Dan Sandman

01: Cry, The Beloved Country by Alan Paton

In Books, Fiction on 01/01/2016 at 12:00 pm

Primrose Hill Community LibraryI live with my mother in a posh part of north London called Primrose Hill, but we are not posh. Many celebrities reside nearby. When I was younger, I used to teach guitar in a private school for the children of the rich and famous. My biggest claim to fame is that I once tackled a Hollywood star on the football pitch. It was a parents versus teachers game. We won seven nil.

There is a community library directly underneath one side of our living room. My mother and I treat it as an extension to our home. Sometimes one of the volunteers puts books outside to buy for next to nothing. Just before Christmas, we picked up one nice Penguin each. They were rectangular shaped, smelling of camp fires and rose petals.

‘Ooh!’ I exclaimed, reading from the blurb.

‘This book “approaches the racial problems of South Africa…”. Sounds right up my street. Ha, that almost sounds like a line from a comedy. I do enjoy the racial problems of South Africa.’

A woman wearing glasses happened to be passing by. She gave me a funny look and then started to browse. I think she had her eye on my mother’s Penguin. She followed us into the library.

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