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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2007
What preconceptions did she bring with her — this queer-spoken woman with her little smiles and polite contradictions? He was not going to make a grand statement. It would only confuse things. But if he could, he would tell her everything. He would tell her he'd got into all their universities — all the bloody jewels they treasured so exclusively in this country: that he had been offered a place at their Cambridge and their UCL [University College London]. He had ended up in Cardiff because they had offered the cash — several pounds of it, a sum that no one could deny for its totality. Full fees. They had wanted him here, a foreigner with no more than five pounds in his pocket and a slip of a wife, bare-toed and shivering. That was how he had got off the plane in 1972, newly wed and aware, dignified by the patronage of their red-brick institutions, sure as a compass, leading the way for them both.
He had not been among the thirty thousand Asians haemorrhaging out of the ugly scar in Uganda's belly that same year, seeping into the dark spaces of Britain, afloat in the soiled bathwater of Amin's shake-up: the crawling masses who had fallen into the pockets of Leicester and Wembley. (p.8)