Set against the backdrop of the new South Africa, an aging widower is haunted by his memories, his conscience, his young lodger and the household ghost. An atmospheric tale of obsession and generational difference.
Extract
I returned to the front door and went out on the stoep, down the garden path. The cool knife was slowly assuming the warmth of my body. There was an uncanny luminosity in the moonless night. I looked down at the dark spike protuding from my hand. Is this a dagger I see before me? This, my friend Zach, is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
