I don't think I've read anything by Joseph O'Neill before, although I had heard of Netherland, which I had a vague memory was about cricket in New York. 'Godwin' was a mix of the story of office politics in an American writers' collective and a quixotic quest for an African footballing prodigy. I got drawn into it and couldn't see where it was going, but it was wrapped up very neatly. Met up with some old friends to commemorate Duncan's birthday on Saturday. I was worried no-one would show up but we had a good turn out in the end. Everyone very sensibly finished around tea-time though and headed home, which Dunc would never have allowed. I roamed the city for a bit before heading back. Still miss him and haven't really accepted yet that he has gone.
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