Apparently, the normally stone-faced recluse J.M. Coetzee was caught smiling — if only for a second.
I would like to see Coetzee share the podium with Cormac McCarthy one of these days. Although I’m no authority on McCarthy, it strikes me he might be as equally solemn as Coetzee. I do know that they are the only two authors who can make me cry when I read their books.
If you don’t cry while reading Disgrace or The Road, then something is wrong with you.
