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Underwritten by Christensen O'Connor Johnson Kindness PLLC Biography Lecture
Preview by Sandra Chait The versatile and erudite McCall Smith has published more than fifty books, from academic texts such as Law and Medical Ethics (2003) to African folktales and children's stories such as Akimbo and the Elephants (2005). A second light-footed series, Portuguese Irregular Verbs (2003), features the punctilious Professor Dr. Moritz-Maria von Iglefeld, who "often reflected on how fortunate he was to be exactly who he was, and nobody else." The latest series of witty mysteries, The Sunday Philosophy Club, traces the cozy life of the high-minded heroine Isabel Dalhousie in titles as irresistible as Friends, Lovers, and Chocolate (2005). The author's many fans hope he will overtake the one-hundred-book record of P.G. Wodehouse, his predecessor in sparkling farce. McCall Smith teaches medical law at the University of Edinburgh. An amateur bassoonist, he co-founded and performs with "The Really Terrible Orchestra" in his spare time. "Sweet, soothing novels valued for their healing properties" —The New York Times From The Full Cupboard of Life, in the series The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency "Such people are very helpful in our work," said Mma Ramotswe. "They tell us things we need to know." "This is such a lady," said Rose. "She will tell you everything she knows. It makes her very happy to do that. You will need a long, long time." There were
many people like that in Botswana, Mma Ramotswe reflected, and she was
glad that this was so. It would be strange to live in a country where
people were silent, passing one another in the street wordlessly, as if
frightened of what the other might think or say. This was not the African
way, where people would call out and converse with one another from opposite
sides of a road, or across a wide expanse of bush, careless of who heard.
Such conversations could be carried on by people walking in different
directions, until voices grew too faint and too distant to be properly
heard and words were swallowed by the sky. That was a good way of parting
from a friend, so less abrupt than words of farewell followed by silence.
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