Well that's blown it. There'll only be one book on Africa that anyone buys this year, Jane Bussmann's comedy romp through Uganda in pursuit of the Lord's Resistance Army and John Prendergast. Now I'm all for irreverent humour and bad taste jokes in the cause of satire. But this review in The Guardian makes the whole endeavour sound, er, crass...
However, she sometimes tips into tastelessness. Her Ugandan narrative places comedy where there can only be horror, as when she describes her visits to camps for women who have been abducted and raped: "I had not seen such a depressing sight as these camps since I caught my ex-boyfriend crying and wanking at the same time."
What do you think?