By Linda De Flavis
Two years ago, I got on a plane and went to Jamaica. It wasn’t the usual sun-and-sea vacation that tourists go there for: sipping cocktails with paper umbrellas in them, lying poolside within the high-security walls of a luxury resort. No, my trip was a literary pilgrimage, mostly taken on foot and local buses, journeying into areas described as ‘dangerous’ by the guidebooks. I wanted to see for myself the places of historical significance and revolutionary acts that I had discovered through the novels of Andrea Levy and Marlon James.
So imagine my excitement when I saw that Marlon James would be coming all the way to Singapore to speak at the Singapore Writers Festival—the mountain was coming to Mohamed!