It’s not belief; It’s very much jerry-rigged structures of things you can depend upon just to get you to the next ravine. WILL SELF
By JOHN FREEMAN For 17 years, England’s most daring novelist has lived in a white terraced house at the end of a quiet block in South London, across the street from a housing estate. The flight path to Heathrow steadily dribbles planes down the horizon. It’s a Friday afternoon in August, the air creamy and… Read More »It’s not belief; It’s very much jerry-rigged structures of things you can depend upon just to get you to the next ravine. WILL SELF