dust, bones, arid trees, all drenched by the deafening heat of the sun burning up the namibian desert: it is a landscape of droughty despair and devastation that margaret courtney clarke lays out on the pages of her haunting book cry sadness into the coming rain (published at steidl) and which only slowly she allows to open up to rare moments of hope and bravery realized in the men and women who barely populate its vast stretches. it’s the heart of darkness hung up to dry.