My New Hero

My new hero is a South African writer named James Matthews. I've never read a word that he has written, but he simply has to be a good writer. There is no way around that fact. It is a necessity of existence, a premise upon which the world is based. He is perfection, from his lilting voice (you don't know a lilting voice until you've heard his), to his grizzled beard (he is the very personification of grizzled), to his infatuation with Nina Simone. Word has it that he can frequently be found in jazz cafes in Cape Town. That's fine with me.


I love this weird little man.