Reflections of a working writer and reader
When the world transforms itself into a single overwhelming act of murder, women and men are reduced to fear and desperation. The novelist’s job is to reexpand them.
john baker, July 14th, 2008. No comments. Filed under miscellaneous.
We were on Filey brig today. Just beat the high tide. That’s Tom in the foreground, son number 2 .
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