By Graham Greene
This book took way too long for me to finish. I have read Graham Greene before, and enjoyed his books, but this one was different, for some reason. It was hard for me to get into, but eventually I did, and even then I can't say that I liked what I read. It seemed too unreal, the way things happened to the main character, like he has no control over anything, while the book makes it seem like he does. Maybe it's the scortching sun for six months out of the year that makes a man so miserable? Maybe it's the rains that fall without a stop for the other six months? I don't know. Throughout the reading I kept thinking "poor Scobie", but the last few chapters of the book made me really feel bad. [256 pp.]
Link to the book here.