Just bad enough

I checked out the online bios of some of my new literary discoveries the other day and it turns out that quite a few of them are (or were) borderline criminal. One of them, G. D. Roberts, thought that with a bit of luck, there was money and fame to be made and he turned his life into a fine piece of literary art. “Shantaram,” is the title, and it’s well worth a day or two in a hammock. I’m off to visit ‘the continent’ but shall return shortly.