Reflections of a working writer and reader
I am so immersed in my characters that their motives are my own. When I write about a thief, I become one; when I write about Captain Penderton, I become a homosexual man. I become the characters I write about and I bless the Latin poet Terence who said 'Nothing human is alien to me.' Carson McCullers
Anna is standing behind me in the queue, holding the tv in both arms as if it were a large foal. The shop guy glances at her but addresses me with his eyebrows. Something wrong, sir? We don’t want it, I tell him. It’s crap. A dud. Wish we’d never bought it. Anna puts it […]
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