Nie-Fiksie/Non Fiction

Sonja: Meisie van Nigel is die verhaal van ‘n vrou – die meisie wat op Marievale myn grootgeword het, by die Goudstadse onderwyskollege in Johannesburg gaan studeer het en in 1975 die Afrikaanse musiektoneel stormgeloop en met haar vrolike, ongekunstelde sangstyl onherroeplik verander het. Die pers het haar as ‘n ‘blonde orkaan’ bestempel en daarna het ‘die grootste sukses van alle tye’ aan haar behoort.

A fascinating account of the ways in which different generations have seen Cleopatra. In her own lifetime and in the 2,000 years since her death, the image of Cleopatra has been repeatedly reinvented, each time in a form that fits the prejudices and fantasies of the age that produced it.

The word "Boerejood" translates to "Boer-Jew". The book explores post-apartheid South Africa through the eyes of the author—a half-Afrikaans, half-Jewish writer struggling with questions of race, history, and belonging. Written a decade after South Africa's transition to democracy, it gives a unique English-language voice to the complexities of modern Afrikaner identity.Julian Roup was born and raised in Cape Town. He completed a journalism degree at Rhodes University in Grahamstown before moving to England in 1980, where he established a successful career in public relations and journalism.

The million-rand teaspoon is a true story, told by several narrators, of a young man's descent into drug addiction, a serious overdose that left him blind and brain-damaged, and his struggle to recover over the next nine years. Written entirely in the first person, Paul Bateman's story is narrated by him in some chapters, and, in others, by various members of his family, his ex-girlfriend, and a woman who was involved in his protracted but only ever partial recovery. The title is divided into two parts - the first covering Paul's years of addiction and the second detailing his struggle to regain some kind of life up until the present. The title refers to Paul's father's recollection of finding only a teaspoon in his son's otherwise denuded flat (Paul had sold everything else, but kept the teaspoon to cook up drugs). The spoon came to symbolize for him the years of struggling with Paul's addiction, and the financial cost of that struggle.

I was blesse. I was told I had three months to live.