Bøker 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

Amidst the chaos, armed rebellion, killings, and cold war threats that followed independence from Belgium in 1960, Kivu was for the most part spared for a brief year or two. 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.