Gone Fishing

by zunguzungu

Folks, my shamba needs to go fallow and refresh itself, so I’m going to let the weeds grow on the blog for a few weeks. Teju Cole’s Open City lies shamefully half read on my desk, along with Hisham Matar’s Anatomy of a Disappearance and Binyavanga Wainaina’s One Day I Will Write About This Place, not to mention Granta: The F Word and several medium and long-term projects that I want to get underway or out of the way now while the days are still long. So I’m going to put my feet up, metaphorically throw some horse-shit on the soil, and we’ll see what blooms when the time comes.