I like crime detection novels. It's my main form of light reading. However, I tend to read from a select few writers and rarely leave that comfort zone – James Lee Burke, who's lately off his game, John Grisham, etc – so-called best-selling authors. While there are a few South African crime writers, I've seldom been interested to explore beyond the confines of my narrow circle. It's part familiarity with the known and part unwilling to try new authors. But Cape Town Afrikaans writer Deon Meyer is one I've read from time to time. I dropped him a few years ago out of an intense irritation then with his misrepresentation of the social and historical context of Cape Town's brown community, otherwise known as "coloureds". To be exact, it wasn't a misrepresentation in the body of the novel per se, but his, his publisher's or translator's historically outdated and incorrect description, one harking from the apartheid-era, of them in the ...