Farah

It was an odd weekend, following DM Thomas I read a play by Lorca with my wife and then a story by Kipling. Uncertain still, I have delved into Narrudin Farah's latest novel Links which I bought last fall off of Abebooks. My guess is that I was drawn now to the Somali because of recent pondering on Haiti. Such conclusions are loose-fitting but satisfy the bricoleur within. I first read one of his novels in 1999 and then bought my first at the Strand in 2002 with Joel. His language is terse, his characters eloquent and the mood remains bleak.