Henning Mankell and Radovan Karadzic
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3 comments:
Now now, surely even a war criminal is entitled to a publishing deal. Next up, Robert Mugabe's bonkbuster "Her Wayward Heart", and the posthumous publication of Pol Pot's acclaimed "Is It Just Me Or Is Everything Shite".
I was going to comment something about Patrick McGrath not looking too dissimilar too, but I can't possibly follow that.
And I thought he was Ted Hughes' long lost brother!
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