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two-metre new-brooms scouring every corner and pointing<br />
out the correct Stateside way of doing everything better. She<br />
and her husband, brilliant balladeer roger Lucey, were about<br />
to head off to cape Town anyway. I think she found Frontline<br />
easier to leave than it had been.<br />
Why was I supine through this? I don’t know. There was fog.<br />
I spent day and night, sometimes stretches of more than 24<br />
hours, writing a book that went in circles, vanishing up its own<br />
orifices.<br />
fatherhood saved the day. christmas ’89 we took our children<br />
to my parents in the cape, and our car broke down. and the<br />
breakdown had knock-on effects and the knock-ons had more<br />
effects.<br />
When we were back in Johannesburg, weeks later, and I<br />
contemplated circular Book 3, b, I responded reflexively. My<br />
fingers, unbidden, started to do something different. They<br />
started to write about the car breaking down.<br />
It was almost like journalism, dealing with the real world, the<br />
world as it was, idiosyncratic and crazy and fun and beautiful.<br />
I couldn’t imagine what I would do with this story, but the<br />
fingers flew. and what-next thoughts stayed buttoned-up; they<br />
could wait a little.<br />
at home, in solitude, midday on the second of february,<br />
fingers were flying when Keith Lister phoned to congratulate<br />
me. congratulate me? for what? It turned out to be a fairly<br />
blanket sort of congratulation, for people who had argued that<br />
apartheid had to go. I was at sea. He said: “Didn’t you hear?<br />
apartheid is over, fW killed it.”<br />
I ran for the TV, They were already re-running fW de Klerk<br />
at parliament’s podium, declaring the New South africa open.<br />
That moment will be re-run for hundreds of years. Never has<br />
there been a higher point in a nation’s history.<br />
The next Sunday, like everyone, we sat at a screen, waiting<br />
and waiting until a figure walked down a prison driveway hand<br />
in hand with Winnie. everybody took a moment in shock,<br />
including cameramen splaying in search of someone who