No Minute Hand to My Clock
Henry Bossau was a staunch but intelligent, opinionated but enlightened Afrikaner. He was a farmer, writer, painter, philosopher and scholar who lived in the first half of the 20th century. He was also an alcoholic. Experience his rollercoaster life as he tussles with the questions of life and riches. Yet, all too often the answers seem to linger at the bottom of a brandy bottle. More
This is a fascinating book about the life of a South African farmer in a time completely forgotten. The plot is layered and undulating with a storyline fit for the silver screen. The language is captivating and proud and the underlying clutch of alcoholism is extrapolated and unashamedly exposed. Bossau's travels span from the rich pastures of a highveld farm, through the 1930s drought and depression and into a stint in the diamond fields of Lichtenburg. He founds a gold mine near Pretoria, lives in the dusty mining streets of Johannesburg and then falls into a tedious existence in the town of Houtkop. Will he find peace and quiet away from city and away from the bottle?