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Shortlists for 2018 Media24 Books Awards announced

Media24 Books is proud to announce the shortlists for the 2018 Media24 Books Literary Awards.

This year, prizes to the value of R210 000 in total will be awarded in six categories.

These annual awards serve to recognise the best work published during the previous year by Media24 book publishers including NB Publishers (through imprints such as Human & Rousseau, Tafelberg, Kwela and Queillerie) as well as Jonathan Ball Publishers.

Independent judging panels compiled the shortlists from 80 submissions in total. The shortlists consist of three titles each, apart from the Elizabeth Eybers Poetry Prize where an exceptionally strong field saw four titles included on the shortlist.

The shortlists, in alphabetical order according to author, are:

Herman Charles Bosman Prize for English Fiction (novels, short stories, drama)

The Life of Worm and Other Misconceptions by Ken Barris (Kwela)
I am Pandarus by Michiel Heyns (Jonathan Ball Publishers)
Being Kari by Qarnita Loxton (Kwela)

Recht Malan Prize for Nonfiction

How to Steal a City by Crispian Olver (Jonathan Ball Publishers)
The President’s Keepers by Jacques Pauw (Tafelberg)
Khwezi: The Story of Fezekile Kuzwayo by Redi Tlhabi (Jonathan Ball Publishers)

WA Hofmeyr Prize for Afrikaans Fiction (novels, short stories, drama)

As in die mond by Nicole Jaekel Strauss (Queillerie)
Die wêreld van Charlie Oeng by Etienne van Heerden (Tafelberg)
Groen soos die hemel daarbo by Eben Venter (Tafelberg)

Elisabeth Eybers Prize for Poetry

Nou, hier by Corné Coetzee (Human & Rousseau)
Radbraak by Jolyn Phillips (Human & Rousseau)
Alles het niet kom wôd by Nathan Trantraal (Kwela)
In die stille agterkamer by Marlene van Niekerk (Human & Rousseau)

MER Prize for Youth Novels

Hap by Lesley Beake (Tafelberg)
Blou is nie ’n kleur nie by Carin Krahtz (Tafelberg)
Soen by Jan Vermeulen (Tafelberg)

MER Prize for Illustrated Children’s Books

The All Africa Wildlife Express by Rosamund Haden and Tony Pinchuck (illustrator)
Karel Kraai se kitaar by Louise Smit and Luan Serfontein (illustrator)
Liewe Heksie en die sterretjieskombuis – based on the original story by Verna Vels and illustrated by Vian Oelofsen.

The winner in each category receives R35 000. The MER Prize for Illustrated Children’s Books is shared by the author and illustrator of the winning title.

The awards function will be held in Cape Town on Thursday 14 June 2018.

The Life of Worm

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I am Pandarus

 
 
 

Being Kari

 
 
 

How To Steal A City

 
 
 

The President's Keepers

 
 
 

Khwezi

 
 
 

As in die Mond

 
 
 

Die wêreld van Charlie Oeng

 
 
 

Groen soos die hemel daarbo

 
 
 

Nou, hier

 
 
 

Radbraak

 
 
 

Alles het niet kom wôd

 
 
 

In die stille agterkamer

 
 
 

Hap

 
 
 

Blou is nie 'n kleur nie

 
 
 

Soen

 
 
 

All Africa Wildlife Express

 
 
 

Karel Kraai se kitaar

 
 
 

Liewe Heksie en die Sterretjieskombuis

Fiksie Vrydag: lees ’n uittreksel van André P Brink se Die rooikop en die redakteur en ander stories

Dekades voor hy beroemdheid verwerf het as internasionaal bekroonde skrywer van meer as 25 romans, het André P Brink gedurende die vyftigerjare sy brood en botter verdien met die skryf van stories vir gesinstydskrifte. In dié bloemlesing verskyn daar vir die eerste keer ooit ’n keur van die liefdesverhale wat hy as student in die destydse Die Brandwag en ook Die Huisgenoot gepubliseer het.

In dié dosyn verhale oor eertydse jintelmans en koppige heldinne wat nie huiwer om hul sê te sê nie, word dit gou duidelik hoe die vroeë Brink sy skrywerstem geslyp het, en andersyds kan ’n mens onmiddellik ’n kern van sy latere, volwasse skrywerstem bespeur. Die landskap van Parys, ’n boekeredakteurskantoor, die onmoontlikheid om tussen twee liefdes te moet kies: Leitmotifs wat jare later, hoewel meer vervorm, steeds sou weerklank vind in Brink se werk.

Die rooikop en die redakteur en ander stories kombineer Brink se eiesoortige humor met ’n tikkie nostalgie – perfek vir ’n ouer én nuwe geslag lesers. Dit is saamgestel deur Cecilia van Zyl, voormalige verhaleredakteur van Huisgenoot.

Die rooikop en die redakteur

’n Kortverhaalredakteur is ook maar ’n mens, en toe Jan Wentzel die vyfde agtereenvolgende verhaal in die mandjie met ’n dik blou kruis op die titelblad moet merk, is sy geduld gedaan. Dit is tyd dat hulle uitvind dat Die Voorpunt nie met enige snert gediend is nie. Gedorie! ’n Mens het darem beter dinge om te doen as om sulke kinderagtige brousels te lees.

Hy trek sy tikmasjien nader en skuif sy bril reg. (Dis nie dat sy oë juis veel makeer nie, maar die bril is die enigste manier om sy agt-en-twintig jaar ouer en waardiger te maak.)

Die skrywer? Hy soek die naam en adres met sy potlood. O, dis ’n vrou. Kon dit ook verwag het. Klein . . . – hy soek ’n woord – klein ditsedat! Marié Hurter; mooi naam, maar daaraan kan hy hom nie nou steur nie. Tien teen een is dit ’n oujongnooi wat haar eie stokkerige frustrasies op hierdie manier in ’n suikermengsel op papier uitstort. Sy vingers kletter oor die toetse.

DIE VOORPUNT
die tydskrif aan die spits in Suid-Afrika
Tel. 31-4151 Posbus 351 Johannesburg

Mej. M. Hurter
Posbus 2345
Johannesburg
Geagte mej. Hurter
Ek stuur u verhaal, “Blou maanskyn”, hiermee terug. Dit spyt my om te sê dat dit my nie spyt om hom af te keur nie. U behoort uit ons gepubliseerde verhale af te lei dat ons tydskrif lankal sy adolessente jeans afgeskud het. Die redaksie het baie werk en kan nie bekostig om hul kosbare tyd te verkwis met die lees van minderwaardige verhale soos hierdie nie.
U het dit seker goed bedoel, maar u kan dit gerus oorweeg om u goeie bedoelings op ’n minder onskadelike manier te uit as om die skryfkuns daaronder te versmoor.
Agtend
Die uwe
Jan Wentzel
Kortverhaalredakteur

“Sóó!” Jan draai die vel uit die masjien en sit dit in ’n koevert. “Dit sal die ellendeling leer!”

Hy dink ’n bietjie skuldig aan die vorige redaksievergadering toe die hoofredakteur hulle dit so op die hart gedruk het: “Mense, kyk, Die Voorpunt staan op die voorpunt. Maar moet nooit ’n medewerker afskrik nie. Aanmoediging en aandag kan dalk talent aan die lig bring wat anders vir die mensdom verlore sou gewees het.”

Hy troos hom daaraan dat meneer Keyter al verby vyftig trek en nie meer weet wat dit is om elke dag stringe snertverhale te keur en die paar korreltjies van die kaf te skei nie. Buitendien, as hy dié juffrou Hurter nie nou skrikmaak nie, gaan sy vir hulle dalk nog wie weet hoeveel ellende met haar simpel stories veroorsaak. Voorkoming is beter as genesing.

“Meneer Wentzel,” kom die sekretaresse kort voor halfeen die volgende dag by Jan se kantoor in, “daar’s ’n dame wat u wil spreek.”

Hy loer na sy horlosie. “Ons loop oor ’n kwartier. Ek is in die middel van ’n verhaal. Kan sy nie vanmiddag kom nie?”

Die sekretaresse skud haar kop. “Sy’s haastig.” Sy aarsel. “En as ek u raad verskuldig is, laat haar maar kom, anders is sy kapabel en rand een van ons aan.”

Hy haal sy bril af en beskou haar. “Juffrou Neethling?”

“En sy’s haastig ook,” sê die sekretaresse. “Sy wil nog ’n draai hier onder by die vroueredaktrise maak en dan moet sy jaag vir ’n afspraak of iets.”

“Toe, toe!” keer hy. Juffrou Neethling, pligsgetroue mens, probeer alle besonderhede gewoonlik so volledig as moontlik en in so ’n kort tydjie as moontlik verskaf.

“En sy staan op ’n verbode parkeerplek ook. ’n Klein groen motortjie.”

“Mylafstand?” hou hy hom ernstig.

Juffrou Neethling glimlag verleë. “Nee, dis ernstig, meneer. Sy het rooi hare.”

Hy haal sy skouers op. “Nou goed.”

Maar voor juffrou Neethling na haar eie kantoor kan teruggaan, spring die deur oop en sý kom in: die pragtigste elfmensie wat jy jou kan voorstel.

“Is jy Jan Wentzel?” vra sy. En Jan besef sonder meer dat sy veel meer vonk het as wat dit op die oog af mag lyk.

Hy staan op en beduie die sekretaresse om te verdwyn. “Tot u diens, juffrou.”

“Tot u diens se voet!”

Sy kom met driftige treë nader en haar groen oë blits.

“Het jy dié ding geskryf?” Sy sjoerr ’n vel papier op sy lessenaar neer.

Hy vat-vat dit ’n slag mis en lees dit onderstebo: “Geagte mejuffrou Hurter. Ek stuur u verhaal . . .”

“Het jy dit geskryf?” vra sy.

“Juffrou?” Hy sit sy bril op. “Juffrou, ek . . .”

“Moenie staan en juffrou nie!” Sy vat die brief by hom. “Het jy of het jy nie?”

“Sit ’n oomblik, juffrou Hurter. Ek sal die saak mooi uiteensit.”

“Ek staan lekker, dankie.” Sy vroetel-vroetel in haar handsak en haal ’n manuskrip uit. “En hier’s my storie, ‘Blou maanskyn’. Sê my nou baie mooi hoekom jy hom teruggestuur het. En ek wag nie lank nie.”

Jan vee oor sy voorkop. “Moenie so kwaad wees nie, juffrou.”

Dit lyk of sy hom gaan spoeg en hy skuif sy stoel ’n entjie agteruit.

“Kyk, meneer Jan Wentzel,” sê sy stadig en baie nadruklik. “Verstaan jy Afrikaans? Jy het my storie teruggestuur en jy het vir my ’n baie onbeskofte brief geskryf. Hoekom? Ek gee jou vyf minute om te antwoord.”

Moord in die redaksiekantoor, dink hy. Maar hy is nog gans te verward om iets te sê. Al wat hy weet is dat hy die pragtigste meisie in jare der jare hier voor hom het en dat sy hom wil verniel as sy hom net kan bykom. Hoe maak mens nou as dit so gaan, h’m?

“Toe, ek wil hoor hoekom –”

Hy vervies hom skielik. “Jy het dit nou al ’n paar maal gesê, juffrou. Ek is nie doof nie.”

Sy knip haar oë en skrik ’n bietjie. “Maar . . .” sê sy. “Maar . . . Dit was ’n mooi storie, ek weet. Hennie het ook so gesê.”

Sy moed sak. Hennie. Mag ’n ongedierte die man vang!

“Juffrou,” sê hy sukkel-sukkel. “Kyk, ek was gister ’n siek man. Amper dood ook. Dis ’n genade dat jy my nog hier sien staan. En toe lees ek vyf simp- . . . vyf swak stories in ’n ry. Dis meer as wat vlees en bloed kan dra. Dis nie dat jou storie buite hoop is nie, sien. Ons is net bietjie vol op die oomblik . . .”

“Vol se dinges!” wip sy die brief onder sy neus in. “Is dit hoe mens skryf as jou tydskrif te vol is? ‘. . . u goeie bedoelings op ’n minder onskadelike manier te uit as om die skryfkuns daaronder te versmoor.’ Verbeel jou. Verbéél jou! Jou onbeskofte, ellendige mansmens!” Sy wip om en loop deur toe. “Dink julle kan enige ding aanvang net omdat julle met ’n onskadelike, weerlose ou meisietjie te doen het!” Die deur ghwarrr agter haar toe.

Onskadelike, weerlose ou meisietjie, dink hy. Maar die eintlike probleem wat hom beethet, is dit: hoe gaan hy ooit, ooit daarin slaag om haar in die hande te kry? Want dit, en niks minder as dit nie, is wat hy besluit het toe sy vaneffe hier ingeborrel het. Dis presies wat mens nodig het op ’n koue wintersaand: so ’n stukkie lewe in die huis. Maar filosofeer gaan nie help nie. Hoe gaan hy haar ná dese tot enigiets oorreed? ’n Meisie kry nie gou ’n sagte plekkie in die hart vir die man wat sy as ’n boef en onbeskofte vent uitgeskel het nie.

Maar Jan Wentzel is darem ook nie verniet kortverhaalredakteur nie. Hy kan ’n moeilike situasie hanteer as dit moet. En as dit nog nooit gemoet het nie, dan moet dit nou.

Hy skarrel rond tussen die goed wat juffrou Neethling vertel het: die meisie – Marié Hurter (mooi naam) – moet nog by die vroueredaktrise ’n draai maak, dan jaag vir ’n afspraak (Hennie Blikslaer!). En die motor staan onwettig geparkeer. Groen goggamobiel. Hy is nog besig om te dink toe die gehoorbuis al teen sy oor lê.

“Juffrou Neethling? Skakel my deur na Hendrik Buys heel onder. En opskud!”

Hy hoor die telefoon onder brr-brr en dan kliek.

“Hendrik?”

“H’m.”

“Broer, nael met daardie lang bene van jou uit in die straat. Daar staan ’n groen goggamobiel êrens waar hy nie moet staan nie. Stel hom buite aksie. Diskonnekteer hom, betjoins hom – moet net nie skade aanrig nie – blaas ’n wiel af, enigiets. En as jy ’n rooikopmeisie met ’n groen rok sien aankom, maak dat jy wegkom en koes vir die klippe.”

Boekbesonderhede

“One of my mother’s biggest regrets was that she never got to see my father’s body.” Read an excerpt from Lukhanyo & Abigail Calata’s My Father Died for This

When the Cradock Four’s Fort Calata was murdered by agents of the apartheid state in 1985, his son Lukhanyo was only three years old.

Thirty-one years later Lukhanyo, now a journalist, becomes one of the SABC Eight when he defies Hlaudi Motsoeneng’s reign of censorship at the public broadcaster by writing an open letter that declares: my father didn’t die for this.

Now, with his wife Abigail, Lukhanyo brings to life the father he never knew and investigates the mystery that surrounds his death despite two high-profile inquests.

Join them in a poignant and inspiring journey into the history of a remarkable family that traces the struggle against apartheid beginning with Fort’s grandfather, Rivonia trialist and ANC Secretary-General Rev James Calata.

Lukhanyo Calata is a television journalist, who worked for eNCA before joining the SABC’s parliamentary office. He lives in Cape Town.

Abigail Calata is a journalist who has worked for Beeld as a political reporter and parliamentary correspondent, Die Burger and the University of Cape Town’s Law Faculty. She lives in Cape Town.

Read an excerpt from the Calata’s powerful book, as published in the Daily Maverick:

My mother remembered a heavy fatigue descending on her as day broke on 20 July. “On the day of the funeral, I was tired,” she said. “I was so very tired. And I was not myself. I was just surrounded by darkness.”

That morning, she would defiantly wear a dress in the black, green, and gold colours of the ANC.

The remains arrived in Cradock quite early that Saturday morning. My father’s coffin was brought and placed on the stoep of Tatou’s home, almost on the exact spot where his grandfather’s coffin had stood just two years previously. The remains of the other three men were taken to their respective homes.

Paul Verryn would insist that the coffin with my father’s remains not be opened, in a bid to shield my mother from the trauma of seeing her husband’s badly mutilated body.

On my father’s death certificate, the cause of death is ascribed to “stab wounds to the heart and the consequences thereof”. What it neglects to mention is the number of times he was stabbed – at least 25 times. It also doesn’t mention that his tongue and several fingers on his left hand were cut off. His body, and in particular his face, was then doused with petrol and set alight – to make identification difficult.

Despite this, one of my mother’s biggest regrets was that she never got to see my father’s body.

Continue reading here.

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Bridge Books launch: Soweto, Under the Apricot Tree by Niq Mhlongo (13 May)

If the apricot trees of Soweto could talk, what stories would they tell? This short story collection provides an imaginative answer as it captures the vibrancy of the township and surrounds.

Told with satirical flair, life and death intertwine in these tales where funerals and the ancestors feature strongly; where cemeteries are places to show off a new car and catch up on gossip.

Take a seat under the apricot tree and be enthralled by tales both entertaining and thought-provoking.

Niq Mhlongo was born in 1973 in Soweto. He has a BA from the University of the Witwatersrand, with majors in African Literature and Political Studies. His first novel, Dog Eat Dog, was published by Kwela in 2004 and was translated into Spanish under the title Perro Come Perro in 2006. This Spanish edition was awarded the Mar de Letras prize.

Besides writing novels and short stories, Niq has written a screenplay for the animated children’s TV series Magic Cellar and scripts for a comic magazine called Mshana, the first issue of which appeared in February 2007. After Tears is his second novel.

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“Does the pirate already know who his pursuer is?” Read an exhilarating excerpt from Catching the Thunder

A story of courage and perseverance.

Wanted by Interpol, infamous poaching ship Thunder evaded justice for over 10 years. Illegally making millions a year, its crew hunted endangered species and destroyed ocean habitats. In Dec. 2014, Captain Hammarstedt of the Bob Barker and his crew began a relentless pursuit of the Thunder – a hazardous race across three oceans, the longest chase in maritime history.

The authors follow this incredible expedition, encountering criminal kingpins, rampant corruption, slavery and an international community content to turn a blind eye. Catching the Thunder becomes a symbolic race to save the planet.

Eskil Engdal and Kjetil Sæter were the first to tell the story of the hunt for Thunder in a series of newspaper articles. Both are award-winning investigative journalists in their own rights, between them winning the SKUP journalism award, the International Reporter’s Journalism Award and the Golden Pen, among others.

Read an extract!

THE ICE
The Southern Ocean,
December 2014

Everything is in motion.

The albatrosses, suspended effortlessly on the air current with their three-metre-long wings, now cross upward against the wind. Then they set out in a broad-reaching, leeward arc, plummet towards the surface of the ocean and turn back into the wind to ascend once more.

In the south, out of the Prydz Bay, an eternal, invisibly flowing stream transports ice from inner Antarctica to the coast. The winds rush out from the hinterland. Shaped by dense, cold air from the Antarctic continent, they sweep down the uncompromising polar plateau and inward across the coast.

The wind is blowing from the southwest at four knots; the ocean is flowing silently and calmly around the two ships and the waves swelling to heights of barely more than a metre. The Thunder is headed west. Does the pirate already know who his pursuer is? Is that why the mate on the Thunder is sailing in the opposite direction of the Bob Barker’s home port in Tasmania? Perhaps he wants to test how far Captain Peter Hammarstedt is willing to pursue them?

Suddenly, the Thunder changes course, heading in the direction of a belt of pack ice. The mate reduces the speed to two knots, heads northwest and around a square ice sheet. The two ships sail along the northern edge of the drift ice for a long while. When they enter a wide gulf with ice on all sides, the Thunder stops. It is as if for a moment the ship becomes aware of the danger that lies ahead.

“There’s a lot of pack ice. Let’s see what these guys do. They may turn, they might go in,” first mate Adam Meyerson says. “It is a waste of their time and ours. They may be testing us. We are faster than they are, so they cannot outrun us. Trying to wear down our jaw. I’m sure they are desperate. They have no other options,” he says.

“They are just going to see what we will do, I think. Let’s get in right on their stern,” Hammarstedt says.

During the brief lull, the Bob Barker’s photographer runs up on deck to take photographs of the draft marks, which indicate how high the Thunder is sitting in the water. This can give them an idea of the amount of supplies and fuel on board.

Then the Thunder doggedly directs its bow towards the pack ice, at first carefully and tentatively, as if the shipmaster wants to test how contact with the ice will affect the ship.

Suddenly, it speeds up and the propeller churns open an ice-free channel which allows the Bob Barker to follow without having to do any icebreaking of its own. Hammarstedt cannot follow more than 700–800 metres behind the Thunder, or the channel that has been cleared ahead of them will close up.

“Who knows what the game is?” asks Simon Ager, the Sea Shepherd’s Canadian photographer.

“They may be testing if we will go into the ice. They may try to see if they can go through the ice faster than us,” Meyerson says, holding one hand beneath his chin and observing the manoeuvre taking place in front of him with an incredulous gaze.

For a moment, Captain Hammarstedt considers calling up the captain of the Thunder and asking if he thinks the manoeuvre into the ice is advisable, but he decides against it. He does not want to reveal his own nervousness.

Hammarstedt’s foremost concern is that the ice will oblige him to stop. Then it will close up behind the Bob Barker and can force its way in between the hull and the rudder, putting the most exposed part of the ship out of commission. That is a nightmare when you are located two weeks from the closest port and the only ship in the vicinity is fighting to get rid of you. The most dangerous of all is navigating between the ice and the Antarctic continent if the wind should suddenly change direction, sending the ice masses towards the ship while the wind laboriously packs the ice around the hull, shutting it in. Then the steel will begin to give way, the pressure from the ice threatening to tear it open. In such a case, getting into the life boats serves no purpose.

“Right now the Thunder is acting erratically. Trying to find something that sticks. We have never been up against these guys before. We are going to wear them down. I don’t think they will last that long,” Meyerson says on the bridge.

The sound of the ice scraping along the hull is like stone against a grinding wheel. The noise grates its way into the cabins, from time to time an explosion can be heard from the treacherous floes of drift ice. These are “bergy bits”: on the surface they are no more than 2–3 metres across, but nothing on the ocean surface reveals the actual depths to which they extend. When they break free from a drifting ice berg and reach the ocean, they roll over, washing off the surface snow and remain floating there with a clear surface of glassy ice that makes them difficult to read on the radar. Weighing up to 500 tons, they can easily sink a ship.

Around the Thunder and the Bob Barker the ice grows thicker and thicker. First it closes in around the Thunder, subsequently the Bob Barker. The ships are surrounded by ice and they plough slowly forward. Soon Adam Meyerson can make out a clear blue strip of open sea. The Thunder moves out of the ice first, increases its speed and sets its course north, away from the ice.
From the bridge they watch as the Thunder grows smaller and smaller against the horizon, but they know they will manage to catch up with her as soon as they have broken through the last of the ice floes.

A half hour after midnight, both of the ships are out on open water.

“Come on, guys, let’s go to Fremantle and I’ll buy you a beer. And then I take you to jail,” Adam Meyerson laughs.

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Launch: My Father Died for This by Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata (3 May)

When the Cradock Four’s Fort Calata was murdered by agents of the apartheid state in 1985, his son Lukhanyo was only three years old.

Thirty-one years later Lukhanyo, now a journalist, becomes one of the SABC Eight when he defies Hlaudi Motsoeneng’s reign of censorship at the public broadcaster by writing an open letter that declares: my father didn’t die for this.

Now, with his wife Abigail, Lukhanyo brings to life the father he never knew and investigates the mystery that surrounds his death despite two high-profile inquests.

Join them in a poignant and inspiring journey into the history of a remarkable family that traces the struggle against apartheid beginning with Fort’s grandfather, Rivonia trialist and ANC Secretary-General Rev James Calata.

Lukhanyo Calata is a television journalist, who worked for eNCA before joining the SABC’s parliamentary office. He lives in Cape Town.

Abigail Calata is a journalist who has worked for Beeld as a political reporter and parliamentary correspondent, Die Burger and the University of Cape Town’s Law Faculty. She lives in Cape Town.

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Launch – Coalition Country: South Africa after the ANC by Leon Schreiber (25 April)

What will rise when the ANC falls?

The ANC has governed South Africa for more than two decades, but it will not remain in power forever.

Electoral trends suggest their remarkable run is coming to an end soon.

If the ANC’s support falls below 50% in 2019, the country could soon be run by a coalition of political parties.

This will completely transform South Africa’s political landscape and the consequences will be felt by everyone.

One of South Africa’s brightest young political minds, Leon Schreiber, explores the most likely scenarios for South Africa’s political future. Will Mmusi Maimane and Julius Malema be in charge of the country in the near future and can such a coalition last? Or will the ANC and the EFF form a united front to rule the country, and what will the consequences be? The era of one-party dominance is coming to an end.

South Africans must urgently start preparing for this new reality.
 
Leon Schreiber is an author and a Senior Research Specialist at Princeton University in the United States. He obtained a PhD in Political Science in Germany. Besides his work for Princeton, Leon regularly participates in television and radio programmes as a political analyst, and writes for some of South Africa’s leading newspapers and magazines.

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Struggled to keep up with the intricate web which is the (ex) president’s keepers? Kyle Findlay’s cheat sheet has you sorted…

Investigative journalist Jacques Pauw exposes the darkest secrets at the heart of Jacob Zuma’s compromised government: a cancerous cabal that eliminates the president’s enemies and purges the law-enforcement agencies of good men and women.

As Zuma fights for his political life following the 2017 Gupta emails leak, this cabal – the president’s keepers – ensures that after years of ruinous rule, he remains in power and out of prison. But is Zuma the puppet master, or their puppet?

Journey with Pauw as he explores the shadow mafia state. From KwaZulu-Natal and the Western Cape to the corridors of power in Pretoria and Johannesburg – and even to clandestine meetings in Russia. It’s a trail of lies and spies, cronies, cash and kingmakers as Pauw prises open the web of deceit that surrounds the fourth president of the democratic era.

‘An amazing piece of work, stuffed with anecdote and evidence. It will light fires all through the state and the ANC.’ Peter Bruce

‘This is dynamite. Dynamite that will shake the foundations of the halls of power.’ Max du Preez

Journalist and author Jacques Pauw was a founder member of the anti-apartheid Afrikaans newspaper Vrye Weekblad in the late 1980s, where he exposed the Vlakplaas police death squads. He worked for some of the country’s most esteemed publications before becoming a documentary filmmaker, producing documentaries on wars and conflicts in Rwanda, Burundi, Algeria, Liberia, Sudan, the Democratic Republic of Congo and Sierra Leone, among other countries.

When he left journalism in 2014, he was the head of investigations at Media24 newspapers. He has won the CNN African Journalist of the Year Award twice, the Daniel Pearl Award for Outstanding International Investigative Reporting in the US, Italy’s Ilaria Alpi and the Nat Nakasa award for bravery and integrity in journalism. He is the author of five books: four nonfiction and one fiction. They are In the Heart of the Whore, Into the Heart of Darkness, Dances with Devils, Rat Roads and Little Ice Cream Boy. Three of his books have been shortlisted for major literary awards.

If you haven’t gotten round the reading it (or sukkel’d to keep up with the intricate web that makes up the (ex) president’s keepers), take a look at this data sheet compiled by Kyle Findlay for the Daily Maverick.

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What will rise when the ANC falls? asks Leon Schreiber in Coalition Country

What will rise when the ANC falls?

The ANC has governed South Africa for more than two decades, but it will not remain in power forever.

Electoral trends suggest their remarkable run is coming to an end soon.

If the ANC’s support falls below 50% in 2019, the country could soon be run by a coalition of political parties.

This will completely transform South Africa’s political landscape and the consequences will be felt by everyone.

One of South Africa’s brightest young political minds, Leon Schreiber, explores the most likely scenarios for South Africa’s political future. Will Mmusi Maimane and Julius Malema be in charge of the country in the near future and can such a coalition last? Or will the ANC and the EFF form a united front to rule the country, and what will the consequences be? The era of one-party dominance is coming to an end.

South Africans must urgently start preparing for this new reality.
 
Leon Schreiber is an author and a Senior Research Specialist at Princeton University in the United States. He obtained a PhD in Political Science in Germany. Besides his work for Princeton, Leon regularly participates in television and radio programmes as a political analyst, and writes for some of South Africa’s leading newspapers and magazines.

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