This one just rubbed me the wrong way. So, Africa doesn't quite live up to the memories of a white man who pined all his life for the happiness he had known as a young man in Malawi? No worries, as a depressed, hapless, middle-aged white man, he'll just travel to the Lower River and find his happiness again. Surely he is owed that? No thank you. I'd rather read about Malawi and Mozambique from the native authors who live in those countries.