“The rest of the summer passed in a hallucination of lush green meadows and haymaking; of barley fields and harvesting; and of humid afternoons and sudden thunderstorms. Frank had such little impact on his environment, and the passage of day into night and back into day again made life seem so ephemeral and indiscriminate, that he might just as well have been a brilliant blue damselfly, skimming the water of the pond at the bottom of Tom’s fields.”
- Graham Joyce, “The Facts of Life”, page 235.
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Graham Joyce is the shit! And The Facts of Life is one of his finest books.
Yeah, I loved it to tiny pieces of paper ’cause it was so good. I look forward to reading the book he wrote as William Heaney last year; “Memoirs of a Master Forger”. Should arrive any day now…