Another Bloody Love Letter
I'm reading Another Bloody Love Letter, by Anthony Loyd. He's this war journalist with a heroin addiction. It's a great read, though he uses a lot of war terms that I don't understand. And is going around inside countries with names I don't recognize, which gets a little confusing. The best part though is his writing. He's excellent. My favourite line so far:
"There is nothing like the scene of a war crime in the empty apres-killing silence in which to feel the reverberation of evil, as if the act itself causes a rip in the ether, allowing space for it to echo on devolved from the march of time."
Not too shabby!