Boy

Boy

‘What on earth are they doing?’ I whispered. Thwaites didn’t answer me. I glanced at him. He had gone rather pale. ‘Too big,’ I heard Mrs Pratchett saying. ‘Much too big. It’s none of this lot. Let’s ‘ave a look at...
JR

JR

—Structuring the material in terms of the ongoing ahm, situation yes, on Mozart’s, ah, Ring, is it? —I noticed something here . . . Mister Ford spoke for the first time with the commanding indifference of an old-school drawl, running his finger down a catalogued...
JR

JR

— Get it? Art? You get it where you get anything you buy it, listen Gibbs don’t try to tell me in this day and age there isn’t enough around for everybody great art, pictures music books who’s heard all the great music there is, you? You read all the great books there...
JR

JR

“The camera snapped and joined the others, swinging to their stride as they passed in beneath the sill and out of the view of Mister Gibbs, molested from behind by words, — Energy may be changed but not destroyed . . . From a basement door Mister Leroy rose into...
Journey To The End Of The Night

Journey To The End Of The Night

The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to Levallois. Cast-off buildings bogged down in black muck. From a distance the chimneys, big ones and little ones, look like the fat stakes that rise out of the muck by the...