Bur itibaren Woippy, Fransa
I'm becoming more and more convinced that when it comes to selling books marketing is more important than content. To prove this point I plan to write a book entitled "Kinky Shenanigans With the Lights On". I have no idea what it will be about, but that's not exactly relevant. Take "The Sex Lives of Cannibals". The amount of sex in this book hovers around zero. Cannibals? Ditto. But it's a great title, isn't it? Now, turn the book over and read the description. Here you will find more marketing brilliance (personally, I can't do that; I already returned the book to the library a couple of weeks ago). There is something about what hell on earth Kiribati happens to be and how the author managed to survive it, despite the fact that its poet laureate happens to be a drunk from an English suburb. Now forget the title and the blurb on the back of the book and read the actual book. Because it's good. Even better than good. Despite the fact that boiled fish is its national dish and people poo on the coral reef, Kiribati, as seen through J. Maarten Troost's eyes, is actually a much more logical place to live than, say... Washington D.C.