This book is the Angela’s Ashes of Zimbabwe-Rhodesia. Fuller is utterly forthcoming about growing up the child of white, racist, ex-pat, British, drunken parents during the final days of the last outpost of white supremacist colonialism. The stories are so personal that when Fuller’s siblings die as children it is nearly unbearable to keep reading, but simultaneously so perfectly depicted the book is hard to put down. Fuller is a master of description: smells are palpable, humidity wafts from the pages, African night sounds stay with you after you turn off the light. She never condemns her family, yet you feel subconciously the destructive power of racism on every page. July 2006