a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
Thursday 19 January 2012
Artistic licence?
The hero in the novel I am reading
receives a beating.
Lies there, blood-stained, mucus, vomit, piss,
and I wonder how he ever regains his self-esteem
sufficiently to fully function later.
It's Michael Robotham's 'Bleed for me'. I only discovered him in October, part of my quest for British detective novels, and picked up this and 'Bombproof' in December. Second, in my opinion, only to Ian Rankin.
Well, you just do, don't you? Otherwise you cease to function.
ReplyDeleteWhat's the book?
It's Michael Robotham's 'Bleed for me'. I only discovered him in October, part of my quest for British detective novels, and picked up this and 'Bombproof' in December. Second, in my opinion, only to Ian Rankin.
ReplyDeleteThere's nowhere but up from that position!
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