Archives de l’étiquette : peter carey

But for now, I walked into the slightly mournful light towards Jack’s house, avoiding looking in the place where my house had been. There’s nothing there, mate, Sheridan said, nothing but the chimneyin the middle of a lawn. I can’t go there. Jack’s rebuilt house, being constructed in true de Selby fashion, still had noLire la suite « blast walls and all that does not remind of a camp »