After reading Half a Life I am starting to reconsider my previous lack of appreciation for V. S. Naipaul. Consequently, I think I am going to read the other couple of books of his that I own, and then culminate it all with A House for Mr Biswas.
In short – similar to J. M. Coetzee’s Youth, though less bleak and more sexually confused. India and London work well, but Portuguese Africa does not. At ~220 it is, I think, about forty pages too long, but the vast majority of this book is simply excellent.
And the Books, Read list has been updated for the first book read in 2015.