I’ve been wanting to read something by Coetzee since he won the Nobel Prize in 2003. I guess it took an open reading slot and a wander around the library to make it ﬁnally happen. This book is sparse in the way it’s told but incredibly nuanced at its heart. While the story is simply about an older professor who disgraces himself through a not-entirely-consensual relationship with a student, the threads tangle deep into the shifts of power in post-apartheid South Africa. While it didn’t feel that amazing to me in the midst of reading, elements keep unfolding as I think back on it.