A frantic voice came over the radio: a blast had just destroyed Guinea-Bissau’s military headquarters. I drove toward the compound and, when I arrived, everyone was still shouting and running through the smoking ruins of the building...
“Okay, My-name-is, you can go.” The soldier, a Bangladeshi peacekeeper, waved Tamba through the morning’s third checkpoint and retreated into his tiny shed. There was little chance we’d make it to Buchanan and back before dark, but we would...
While here are only two freestanding book reviews in this fair country, we do have a wealth of best book lists. Here is a meta-list: The Best of the Best Books of 2009.
