The new African jungle Baobab SITTING in an old planters house high up on the Usambara mountains in Tanzania the air is chill, the cows have Swabian cowbells from the German colonial period, and Catholic nuns compete with the Lutherans in production of jams, cheeses, yoghurts, and sides of gammon. It is not an idyll. On the contrary, life here is for many closer to purgatory, the trees hacked down, the soil ravaged, and the spirit of many of the young men broken. That story is coming, but for me, mzungu, visitor, it is quiet, pastoral, a place to read and think bigger Baobab thoughts. In this regard, I was recently sent the latest edition of the remarkably nourishing Lapham's Quarterly . This one is all about the city, with essays, thoughts, and illustrations on the city over the ages. It gets me thinking about a favourite subject of mine: African cities. There is not much written on the tropical black cities that lie between South Africa and Egypt. The...