I just finished my “detour” book (Let Our Fame Be Great by Oliver Bullough) a few minutes ago, and if I were a professional journalist or writer I would wait a little bit to talk about it. But I’m not, so I won’t. I probably should though; I still have a few tears in my eyes.
I’m a bit more prone to choose non-fiction over fiction; in novels, I often feel trapped or bullied by the voice of the author. That of course can happen with non-fiction, but it’s easier to ignore. Not a problem with this book – the author is someone I came to like and trust almost immediately. He tackled a huge, sometimes terrifyingly brutal topic and treated it with amazing sensitivity and openness.
I’m trying to stay away from writing standard-issue book reviews; the world is full of self-appointed experts and critics and it sometimes drives me crazy. Suffice it to say, I highly recommend this book. It’s not an easy read in an emotional sense, but the knowledge gained is well worth it.