So reads the opening of chapter one in Jonny Steinberg's Midlands, a book that will chart the author's immersion in a southern KwaZulu-Natal farming community as he tries to understand the circumstances that led to the murder of a 28-year-old man, Peter Mitchell. It begins with the grieving but resolute father, Arthur Mitchell, proprietor of the farm Normandale, a man determined to stay on the land even while convinced that his labour tenants are harbouring the perpetrator. In one sense this establishing shot announces the beginning of the book's primary journalistic narrative, its ‘story’: ‘I arrived at the Mitchells’ front gate at mid-morning on an unforgivingly hot day in the summer of 2000’ (3). But as this temporally split and self-consciously literary opening suggests, Midlands is a work haunted by all manner of other, possibly unknowable or untellable stories, stories that precede, interrupt, divert and perhaps even fatally undermine what seems at first to be a work of investigative journalism or true crime.

The book achieved immediate visibility in South Africa for addressing what have come to be called ‘farm murders’: a contested and controversial term, since (amid very high rates of largely black homicide victims in rural areas), it principally connotes the killings of white farmers. A new phenomenon within the post-apartheid dispensation, such murders have come to occupy ‘a strange and ambiguous space’ in the national imaginary, writes Steinberg, in that ‘they tamper with the boundary between acquisitive crime and racial hatred’ (Midlands vii). Peter Mitchell, we read early on, ‘was killed, not just figuratively, but quite literally, on the southern midlands’ racial frontier, the dust road on which he died a boundary between the white-owned commercial farmlands to the west and the derelict common land of a dying black peasantry to the east’ (viii–ix).