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July was the best time of year in Sandilipay. The trees were in bloom then, not
that there was a great variety of them - the soil was too unyielding for that and
water scarce - but what trees there were put forth in July. The morning air smelt of
Or perhaps I had found that understanding during that last long stay in Sandilipay
, waiting for my Matric results. It is difficult to say, and I don't quite know why.
Other memories of my schooldays seem so distinct, clear, separate: there are ...
By the time I had recovered, she was virtually a native of Sandilipay. She had
visited all our relatives, learned our gossip and folklore, and even winkled out of
Kanni the stories of my youthful escapades. To which of course Uncle Para had
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WHEN MEMORY DIESUser Review - Kirkus
First published in Britain, a novel that movingly details how three generations of idealists try to find meaning and purpose as their country, Sri Lanka, becomes another killing field. The author ... Read full review