We started with this on Durant:
It made me think of this:
Between 1956 and 1960, V.S. Naipaul wrote five novels set in his native Trinidad, celebrating the culture and community of Indian immigrants. I read these books in my twenties. I bought first editions at Moe’s and Shakespeare’s. I wasn’t a collector, I was a reader. I liked the hardbacks, I liked the dust jackets, I liked the smell.
I was enchanted with the novels. I was reading magic realism at the time. Naipaul didn’t go there, but his slice-of-life really appealed to me.
I tried the sixth book he wrote, Mimic Men. No humor. Not set in the Caribbean. It didn’t do much for me. I tried a few more, but soon decided that the five I loved were all I needed. Here they are:
I pulled the draft of this post up on my screen to show my friend. He urged me to take him to Trinidad.