This was a great random find at the library. It's an unusual story of finding one's self in that Ellis, a man in his 60 s returns to the village where he was in the peace corps. He has lost everything, his business, his wife, and seeks the memory of the only place he felt truly alive in Malawi. The author writes of that sense of longing so brilliantly and really captures the allure Africa holds on your heart even years after you've left. However the memory quickly fades into a struggling bush village that presents its own set of troubles in the modern world and leaves Ellis feeling lost no matter where he finds himself at. A really awesome read that makes some great commentary on the absurdity of foreign aid missions and what actual life is like for people struggling in a remote area.