Language Tethers Us To The World; Without

I Have Had To Empty Two Family Homes During The Last Few Years - First, The House That Had Been My Grandmothers Since 1923, And Then My Own Country Home, Which We Had Lived In For Over Twenty Years.

The Pleasure Of Writing Fiction Is That You Are Always Spotting Some New Approach, An Alternative Way Of Telling A Story And Manipulating Characters; The Novel Is Such A Wonderfully Flexible Form.

The Idea That Memory Is Linear Is Nonsense. What We Have In Our Heads Is A Collection Of Frames. As To Time Itself-can It Be Linear When All These Snatches Of Other Presents Exist At Once In Your Mind? A Very Elusive And Tricky Concept, Time.

The Day Is Refracted, And The Next And The One After That, All Of Them Broken Up Into A Hundred Juggled Segments, Each Brilliant And Self-contained So That The Hours Are No Longer Linear But Assorted Like Bright Sweets In A Jar.

I Do Like To Embed A Fictional Character Firmly In An Occupation.