Not as spectacular as "The Exploded View" but well worth reading. This is a first-person narrative from the point of view of Neville Lister, the only son of kind white parents in South Africa under apartheid. The first thing we learn about Neville is that he has dropped out of university, a decision all the more incomprehensible since he is still very wet behind the ears and a student through and through. Moving back to his childhood home quickly turns into a nightmare both for him and for his parents, so his father puts him in touch with an already well-regarded photographer, Saul Auerbach. Neville then spends a life-changing day driving around Johannesburg with Auerbach and a friend of his, British journalist Gerald Brookes. To the young man's amazement, Auerbach rises to the challenge of getting the residents of 2 houses chosen at random to open their doors to him and let him take pictures which in due course will increase his reputation exponentially. Neville then moves to London to avoid military service, and ends up making a living as a photographer, while always considering this job as provisional. After the end of apartheid, Neville comes home and drifts back to the third house Auerbach was supposed to try that day, but didn't. There he meets, and gradually befriends, an old woman called Camilla, whose great love was a doctor from Mozambique who ended up a humble postman in South Africa after the revolution in his own country. While Dr Pinheiro is now dead, Camilla still hangs on to "dead letters", i.e. badly addressed letters that the post office was unable to deliver to their intended targets. Neville's mother doesn't encourage her son's strange fascination for this gloomy older woman, but in any case Camilla dies or moves away while Neville is having a short illness, and the connection is abruptly severed. Neville, however, remains in possession of the letters. In Part III, Neville has at last married and is being interviewed by a journalist for the first time. At long last, he has turned from being a purely commercial photographer to being "a disciple of the great Saul Auerbach". This is basically a Bildungsroman with the added interest of coinciding with one of the great historical events of the second half of the twentieth century, namely the end of apartheid. Viscerally opposed to apartheid, as evidenced by an early scene when he nearly comes to blows with a racist neighbor, Neville is unable and unwilling to do more about it than attend a couple of demonstrations. The burden of being born in a grossly unfair society blights his youth, but even afterwards if he is snooty about mates who claim to have struggled much more actively than he did, his bad conscience haunts him permanently. Only in middle age does he seem able to appropriate Johannesburg again and photograph it in a way that is uniquely is. As in all the books I've read by this author, there's a lot of attention devoted to urban spaces, houses and walls, an obvious symbol of the barriers still extent between the various components of the rainbow nation. Vladislavic is a master of the suggestive description of inanimate objects, for instance when he evokes a wall decorated with animal skulls looking more like ghosts coming out of the plaster than just dead bone.