When young, Abel Sterk-Merwe
(born 1940 as Abel-Abednigo Sterk-Merwe-Hoerelooper de la Gardie-Winternag) made rather feeble attempts to deny his Afrikaner (aka Boer) origins and re-invented himself, by way of the elegant nom-de-plume Darren Sausage, a name he thought British enough to cover up his sins. The wry-mouthed, fish-eyed, post-reptilian Sterk-Merwe / Sausage was born in the Karoo but has always falsified his place of birth, pretending he grew up on a gorgeously English-clad vine-rankled street in Cape Town (Afrikaans: Keep-Toun), far away from the shamboks and shams.
On matriculating to post-adolescence, and after obfuscating his connections to the University of the Witwatersrand, Sterk-Merwe, now returning to his pristine name, began writing his as yet unfinished suite of novels about life of a British immigrant to South Africa called A Briton in Colonia.
The first patently bloodless-nerveless novel I Was a British Immigrant
made his name among the the growing ex-pat British colony of quasi-anti-apartheid activists in the walled streets of Durban. It is bloodless-nerveless in the sense of divinely supreme (no god needs any circulation of the blood; or socks, for that matter) and Sterk-Merwe, an apostle of van Wyk Louw and Opperman, carried on in his dogged forging of a profound reflectatory rendering of the life of Afrikaner-tinged English-speakers in advertising agencies, marketing boards, sales departments and other run-of-the company nooks and crannies of capitalism. He also liked coolish descriptions of the anal penetration of native women on Thursdays.
At the age of 47, Hoerelooper, as was his latest pseudonym at the time, decided he'd had enough of post-Mandala, Montezuman South Africa and moved, with aplomb and a Noble prize under his belt, to the nether reaches of the Aotearoa Archipelago, where he farms, employing recently de-manacled Maori slaves as field workers to sustain his income.
Hoerelooper, as he is now known in his new home, is happy as a sandboy, as can be seen from any photo of the greying guru. For me, he is the greatest, divinest, and sub-supremest novelist, literary critic, translator, essayist, whatever, ever to have been born in the Republic of South Africa.