Some years ago, I had the privilege to travel with a group to South Africa. We were given a reading list prior to the trip. I chose Allister Sparks' "The Mind of South Africa." It's a big book for a big subject, and I doubt anybody has written a better, one-volume account of a country than this one. South Africa's history, if you date if from the time the Dutch landed at the Cape of Good Hope in 1652, is unbelievably tormented. This is a nation with multiple ethnic groups, and nobody's been spared. Mahatma Gandhi, as a young lawyer, arrived at Durban on the Indian Ocean, and boarding a train, he was promptly told he'd be travelling in the third class coaches. The Afrikaners, who were the farmers, embarked upon the grueling Great Trek to escape persecution. Later, they found themselves fighting the English in what has come to be known as the Boer War, 1899-1902. The English prevailed, but their victory was a Pyrrhic one. The Afrikaners imposed the brutal, apartheid regime from 1948 until 1990. I particularly remember, while visiting the Apartheid Museum in Johannesburg, the formidable military vehicle the Afrikaners employed against the Blacks. This was a vehicle of war, nothing less, being used against a hopelessly overmatched populace. There was the Soweto exhibit, in which the photograph of a Black man carrying a child who has been shot and killed, is displayed. His expression is profoundly moving, as is that of the woman beside him. I have never forgotten them. (You can't.) We also toured the prison off the coast at Cape Town, in which Nelson Mandela was held for 27 years. Here was a leader who, upon release, uttered not a word of revenge, rather, forgave his enemies. When I returned home, I got my hands on "Cry, the Beloved Country." I read Alan Paton's two other novels, as well, and one by J.M. Coetzee, the title of which I regrettably can't recall at this moment. It's puzzling, though, how the years from 1652 until 1948 are often overlooked. This would be like teaching American history not from 1620, when the Pilgrims reached Plymouth Rock, but starting 296 years later, in 1916. Well, in any case, Allister Sparks doesn't miss a thing. Five stars.