Audiobook: Tidy the f*ck up. The American art of organising your sh*t, Messie Condo

Hi, my name is Regine le Roux and I am messy. 

I sometimes feel like the Peanuts character, Pig-Pen, he doesn't do anything and still manages to become dirty. I feel like that about my clutter. I take ages to sort a space out, promise myself to keep it that way, and before I know it, I’m surrounded by clutter again.

 

I’m currently in a massive spring clean phase. This audiobook has some good tips. There is a lot of swearing, which is to be expected by the title, but it does get a bit much. I am also not a fan of the narrators condescending tone. 

But, here are a few good tips:

Books: Don’t hang on to books that you know you are never going to read again. If you are not willing to take it with you to a desert island for company, don’t keep it. 

Clothing: When you clear out, you normally have a couple of piles of clothes: keep / donate / throw out / not sure… For the ‘not sure’ pile, look at the items and ask yourself whether you would pay $40 (+R720) for a new similar garment. If the answer is no, then you’ve just bought it because it was most likely a charity shop buy / bargain, so get rid of it.

 

Stop buying stuff.  You regret the things that you buy, much more than the things that you don’t buy (just look at all the stuff that you throw out when you declutter). 

Clear things out for better things to take its place. 

Clean up stuff the night before you go to bed, just in case you get an unexpected visitor; you don’t want them to walk into a mess or trip over your clutter. 

3/5

Book: Something in the water, Catherine Steadman

The book started off very strong, with the narrator digging a grave and comparing it to running a marathon. I was intrigued! It started off with so much potential. I usually really like Reece Witherspoon’s book club picks.

I decided to just listen to this book during my runs. In the last week I actually found myself going for a run just so that I could finish the book. Not because I was enjoying the book, but because the story was just so unrealistic and stupid; I had so hoped that things would improve. It didn’t.

Every time I listened to it, I found myself rolling my eyes at how stupid the main characters were. But then had to remind myself, it’s a story. The main character irritated me more and more with her stupid decisions and actions. Long and the short of it, the couple should have gone to the police the minute a weird bag crossed their path. Everything that happened after that just verged on absolutely ridiculous. 

I got the distinct feeling that the author rushed to finish the book, maybe she also got bored with the absudity of it all. 

2/5

Book: Night of the Lions, Kuki Gallman

I had always thought that Kuki Gallman was Karen Blixen’s pseudo name. So, when I saw Night of the Lions at the Library’s book sale, I was very excited. When I read the intro and it said that Kuki was Italian, I thought…wait a minute, Karen was mostly certainly not Italian, things started falling into place. I know now, both are very much two different women, both European, who made Kenya their home. Incidentally, Isak Dinesen, is Karen Blixen’s pseudo name. (Isak / Kuki, who knows what I was thinking!) Maybe I confused I dreamed of Africa with Out of Africa...?

Seeing that I thought this was a Karen Blixen book, I obviously had no idea what to expect. Night of the Lion’s is Kuki Gallman’s second book. I didn’t mind reading it first, because it was made up of short stories. The last section of the book is in the format of a diary, recording their trek with camels through the desert.

Each story is incredibly well written, what a wonderful storyteller, but every story is so melancholic. The Night of the Lions story is probably my favourite story in the book.

3/5

Book: Hoerkind, Herman Lategan

Hoerkind, what a title! (Whore Child)

The book that I was reading I had frustratingly forgotten in Pretoria. When I arrived at O R Tambo and realised this, I dashed into Exclusive Books, saw that Hoerkind by Herman Lategan was number one on the rack and grabbed it. I had no idea what this book was about; that’s definitely how I prefer it and wasn’t disappointed.

It is beautifully written book. Herman Lategan is an absolute magician with words. I had trouble putting the book down and read it within a week! I quite enjoyed that the chapters are short, about a page / just over a page long each. This definitely made me read it a lot faster. Each chapter ends on a cliffhanger, and you just know that something terrible is about to happen, although you do hope for the best and some good news. 

Just love a good Afrikaans book, it’s such a beautifully expressive language, and Herman is an incredibly talented writer. For years he only wrote in English, very grateful that he is writing in Afrikaans again. 

What a sad sad upbringing, no actually, his early days sounds pretty idyllic; surrounded by interesting colourful characters and a hippie mother. It is when he gets dropped off at the orphanage that things take a turn. So many sad things that he has had to face and cope with. A very poignant reflexion on his life. With everything that he went through he manages to still have a marvellous sense of humour. 

It’s frustrating / mind boggling how a blind eye was turned to paedophilia, especially in the 1970’s / 80’s in South Africa, (actually even earlier than that if I think of Mark Behr’s book, Smell of Apples).

The only criticism that I have is that there is a lot of name dropping. But, I do also understand and appreciate that this is part of who he is and what has made him.

Highly recommendable read.
4/5