A FAMOUS GROUSE
DESPITE reports that it will reveal the “greatest details” of his contribution to the ever-expanding canon of revolutionary apocrypha, the publishing houses remain curiously indifferent to Jacob Zuma’s threats that he is to shortly write his life story.
Perhaps they have their reasons, these beige types in redoubtable corduroy of a certain ply who whiffle up and down the walnut-panelled corridors at Faber & Faber and suchlike.
But here at the Mahogany Ridge we wonder if an opportunity is not being squandered. Reach out to Accused Number One, the thinking goes, publish his scribblings — and there is every chance the results could fire the imagination of the culturati and invite comparison with Swift or even Cervantes.
Readers will recall that Zuma first hinted that there was a book lurking somewhere deep within him in January last year.
“When I retire in a few years’ time,” he was quoted as saying, “I will have time to write and I will say this is what black people did to their son who went to school and educated himself. They tortured him… when he was given responsibility.