Karoo Dusk. Novel by Johan Vlok Louw

Name: Karoo Dusk. Novel by Johan Vlok Louw
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Johan Vlok Louws Karoo Dusk. Umuzi, 2014, 1st edition brand new paperback. 240 pp.

In the excerpt Billy begins to adjust to his new life in a small Karoo town with his mother and father, and we gain a subtle insight into the complex family dynamics at play.

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She comes to stand next to me holding half a bottle of Fleur du Cap white by the neck.

Hes a splendid dragon, as tattoos go, its very cleverly done. The two of us stand there watching me and him tower over her in the mirror.

My beautiful boy.

Pa hates it.

Ag, what does he know about art? She says it slow-slow, meticulously, chemically induced.

Ja, Ma, so where's he gone, anyway? I ask.

He's up the hill over.

Oh, lekker.

Him and a bottle of ten-year-old and his 9-mill with two boxes of ammunition.

We stand there.

Well anyway, each to his own, she sighs, tracing the basin with a fingertip. We're just people.