This is a kind of companion book to his Dark Star Safari (2002) in which he travels from Cairo to Cape Town, overland, down the right side of Africa. In this book, he attempts to travel south to north on the other side: 'until I find the end of the line, either on the road or in my mind'. He travels north from Cape Town, across Namibia, and into the terrifying, relentlessly dysfunctional Angola.

I read this after reading her most recent book, Normal People. I wish I'd read this first, as it's a slightly less refined version of her very particular style of storytelling, which is not to say that it's not enormously enjoyable and satisfying in its own right.

David Neiwert is reputed to be one of the leading commentators on the rise of the far right in America in recent years, seemingly emboldened by the emergence of Donald Trump and his legitimisation of white supremacy. This book is prescient in the context of the terror attack on the mosque in Christchurch in March, as we here in NZ are no longer immune from this kind of radicalisation in the time of the internet. The book is well researched, authoritative, clearly written, and extremely disturbing.

I've just reread this terrific novel. It's set mostly in Greece, and concerns a somewhat oblique character, a risk assessor for an American insurance company, who stumbles upon a murderous cult living in a cave in a remote part of the country. He becomes fascinated by their method of choosing victims, which he comes to believe is based on ancient languages. There is a large cast of characters who eat and drink, discuss the state of the world in restaurants and bars, have affairs with each other, and travel.

This powerful, epic novel by a New Zealander now living near Melbourne is steeped in the Australian interior, a place where the city's rules don't apply. Saul's best and oldest friend Jed takes his own life soon after returning from working in a remote Aboriginal community. Saul, devastated, sets out to the community to try to come to terms with his friend's sudden death. It's a gripping story, set in an alien landscape, beautifully written, haunting and has a lot to say about grief. It's a brave and compassionate, graceful novel of great humanity.

Elizabeth Smither's new novel weaves the lives of three generations of women, in a clever, subtle and satisfying narrative set in Auckland and Paris. The style is wry and ironic, the characterisation deep and true, the plot meandering and unforced. As good as anything by Anne Tyler or Mary Wesley, fiction like this doesn't come very often from New Zealand, but it's all the better for the familiar surroundings.