Acquired via BookCrossing 19 June 1007 – bookring

I did enjoy this, but I didn’t engage with it as much as maybe I could have. The letters were between Naipaul, his father, and his sister, and this gave a broken-up feel which made it quite choppy and difficult to follow. There were flashes of interest and of course near the end it gets quite moving. I did like seeing the background to the writing and publishing of “The Mystic Masseur” and, even if I do subscribe to the “Death of the Author” way of thinking (cuts down on the background reading no end, and is no way a reflection on any of the LIVING authors I do know) it was interesting to see this background.