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Before Mum Died She Used To Forget Things All The Time, I Can't Remember What It Was That Killed Her In The End
Not long ago Des Lewis wrote a review of my 2008 story collection After the Fires. I'll be at Word on the Street in Toronto on the 27th of September, first at the Inanna booth from 2-4 signing copies of my illustrated flash novel Motion Sickness and then at the Tightrope booth where I'll be signing copies of After the Fires. Des writes amazingly thoughtful and literate reviews on his British Fantasy Award nominated site.
Here is an excerpt describing the first story, filmed by Carol McBride as Waterfront, available for viewing elsewhere on this site.
"Before Mum died she used to forget things all the time. I can't remember what it was that killed her in the end."
Dear U, A series of letters from one to another, the same writer and the same recipient, with no intervening replies, giving a rhythm of meaning, a rhythm of life being collected together, about ‘rodents’ that came to check up on us, about the the clutter, about the surfaces upon which the letters are written, the other people named in that deadpan or oblique rhythm, and the tree or more than one tree with these letters about them … or on them. Love, Des.
ps: the last book of yours I read was fronted with a story with ‘water’ in the title unless my own memory has already lapsed at last.
Read the rest:
https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/...
Here is an excerpt describing the first story, filmed by Carol McBride as Waterfront, available for viewing elsewhere on this site.
"Before Mum died she used to forget things all the time. I can't remember what it was that killed her in the end."
Dear U, A series of letters from one to another, the same writer and the same recipient, with no intervening replies, giving a rhythm of meaning, a rhythm of life being collected together, about ‘rodents’ that came to check up on us, about the the clutter, about the surfaces upon which the letters are written, the other people named in that deadpan or oblique rhythm, and the tree or more than one tree with these letters about them … or on them. Love, Des.
ps: the last book of yours I read was fronted with a story with ‘water’ in the title unless my own memory has already lapsed at last.
Read the rest:
https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/...
