Böcker av Frederic Hunter

Translated from the famous French novel, "I Miss You, Angel," this book chronicles the epic journey of a highly successful writer embarking on a quest to fulfill his dream: finding love. It's a funny, witty, easily accessible novel with great depth. "I died so many times before living, so many times that I couldn't tell you how many times I died in a single day without her. She, she's someone to me. And it's true, everyone experiences it, everyone knows it from having crossed paths, life is full of people, but sometimes, along the way, we truly cross someone. In the crowd, amidst all the faces in the world, you grasp, quite unknown, obviously unknown but not at all a stranger. The face of an old friend, undoubtedly from a forgotten time, carrying that air of déjà vu, of already loved, and even so loved. It's love that remembers that face. Love remembers everything, even what hasn't happened yet." Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible. Paul KLEE

"Frederic Hunter takes us to Belgian Congo, portraying colonial administration of millions of Congolese and the uprising instigated by a healer who has broken no laws, yet directly challenges the authority of the ruling Belgian government. Governor-general Count Lippens must deal with this challenge and appease the ruling class in the Congo"--

When international correspondent Tom Craig travels to Malawi to report on a mysterious string of murders terrorizing the tiny country, he discovers another mystery that must be solved, this one very close to his heart.  He decides to revisit Joss, a woman with whom he had a passionate affair some years back and who is married to the newly arrived American ambassador to Malawi.  Although they last parted vowing never to meet again, he is secretly hoping to see her.  But he discovers that the woman at the ambassador’s side is an imposter.  He also learns he’s had a daughter by Joss who is in mortal danger.  As he struggles to find out what happened to Joss and save his daughter, Tom is also solving the mystery of the string of murders with possible political links, reportedly being committed by a leopard-man.  His view of life evolves as he confronts African myth very much alive in Malawi, threats to his own life, and deep desire for justice and family.

"Amidst the chaos that followed independence from Belgium in 1960, Kivu was spared . . . and survived. It was a "little paradise" as strife and disorder drew ever nearer. Frederic Hunter sketches local characters, both whimsical and profound, probes the inanities of US Foreign Policy, and paints the darkness gathering beyond Kivu, forces that would inevitably overwhelm this quaint, quirky realm of hope and humanity. As a young Foreign Service officer, Frederic Hunter was assigned to the Congo in 1963, three years after independence. He expected to encounter heat, jungle, hardship, violence. Instead, he found the Kivu, a kind of paradise, nestled among Rift Valley lakes. The climate was benign, the beauty extraordinary. It was peaceful, the people were splendid and got along. He lived in Bukavu, a town that occupied five peninsulas jutting into Lake Kivu. Furthermore, an African king lived atop the nearby green and often fog-bound mountains. This memoir lets you accompany these Kivu adventures. We get to know Hunter's Number One Congolese colleague, a womanizing rogue. We meet local politicians who all attend a luncheon and discuss strategies for victory in the coming election-seemingly oblivious to the point that they were competing against one another for the post. There are expats: an American academic intoxicated by Africa, a missionary woman who has lost track of time. Hunter's truck sank in a mud pit at night and he was soon surrounded by a herd of the most dangerous animals in Africa: hippos. Hunter risks more, however, when a local Kivu woman catches his eye and then steals his heart"--