Here are some excerpts from a review of Hugh Paxton's novel Homunculus in the The Star newspaper in Johannesburg ( I cannot find the link to the review itself):
Apologies for starting with the back end of this novel, but Hugh Paxton’s afterword bears quoting. “I’m proud to say” writes this splendidly immodest British journalist, ‘”that Homunculus is probably the most bizarre work of fiction ever to emerge from the African continent (African presidents’ memoirs and autobiographies excepted).” Bizarre it certainly is. Also horribly political incorrect and remorselessly downbeat on our current continent.
In Paxton’s defence, let me say at once that he’s cynical not only about Afro-lunacy, but also about everyone who sticks their nose into our affairs, do-gooders not excepted. These include foreign mercenaries (South Africans especially); foreign intelligence agencies, foreign correspondents (such as Paxton himself); UN aid agencies and ‘peacekeeping’ forces; and the Japanese doomsday cult Aum Shinrikyo (remember Tokyo subway sarin gas attack?). Even those with frankly commercial – okay, homicidal as well – involvement are not spared Paxton’s satire...
...I well recall the impact Tom Sharpe made on the literary scene in 1971 with his first novel, Riotous Assembly, set in the “Piemburg” of those days. Where Kommandant van Heerden of the SAP longed for the heart of an English gentleman. Published at the height of apartheid, its fierce mockery exposed the idiocy at the heart of the system.
If only Homunculus could do the same for West Africa...
...Quite simply, Homunculus is outstanding, the best piece of new fiction I’ve seen for a long time. However, although Paxton threatens a “Homunculus II. More of the same”, I Hope this doesn’t happen. The pace of this one is too frenetic to bear repetition. Let’s hope for something totally different, for a novelist of such skill can surely tackle another genre with equivalent success.
We at Macmillan are proud to be the publishers of what I hope will turn out to be the most politically incorrect book of the year.
At the launch last night for Dick Francis's latest I ran into John Makinson, the head of Penguin. He told me that there was an article in yesterday's London Evening Standard about a Penguin launch party where there were none of the author's books for sale - yet another example of Penguin's poor distribution record etc etc. The truth was, of course, more complex. Penguin had arranged for an independent bookseller to run the book stand. The bookseller had confused the dates and hadn't turned up. John Makinson arranged for a car to go to the bookshop, pick up the books and the bookseller, return same to the party and rescue the situation. There was a slight frisson when he told me that the independent bookshop in question was...er the Pan Bookshop, owned by Macmillan. Sorry John and sorry excellent Pan Bookshop team for exposing what must have been an extremely rare error to public scrutiny. I just couldn't resist.
On a more serious note this link about the problems faced by a Lebanese book warehouse may put some of our concerns into perspective.