Before we even have time to wonder if a Proustian torrent of sensual recollection is about to descend on our heads, though, the author sets the tone: “Mma Ramotswe had by no means forgotten her late white van,” he begins in his typically droll mode.
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Alexander McCall Smith
The opening chapter of Alexander McCall Smith’s latest novel is titled The Memory Of Lost Things, and hints at much that is to follow.
