When I Was Younger, I Didn't Read

I Had Been Plunged Into A Different World. I Found Myself Spending Half My Time Answering Weird Questions On Book Tours In The Midwest. People Would Stand Up And Explain To Me The Situation In Their Office And Ask Me Whether They Should Resign Or Not.

Typically In My Novels The Narrator Tells A Story By Remembering, And The Memories Are Colored By This And Colored By That. So The Whole Universe Of The Novel Tends To Be Framed By The Narrator's Memories And Thoughts.

It Was Like Being Given A Maths Problem When Your Brain's Exhausted, And You Know There's Some Far-off Solution, But You Can't Work Up The Energy Even To Give It A Go. Something In Me Just Gave Up.

The Evening's The Best Part Of The Day. You've Done Your Day's Work. Now You Can Put Your Feet Up And Enjoy It.

I Half Closed My Eyes And Imagined This Was The Spot Where Everything I'd Ever Lost Since My Childhood Had Washed Up, And I Was Now Standing Here In Front Of It, And If I Waited Long Enough, A Tiny Figure Would Appear On The Horizon Across The Field And Gradually Get Larger Until I'd See It Was Tommy, And He'd Wave, And Maybe Even Call.