My Books

“There is a great deal more pain than pleasure in writing fiction. It’s only now and then, maybe once every three or four days, that I manage to write a sentence in which I hear that wonderful harmonic chime that you get when, say, you flick the edge of a wine glass with a fingernail. That’s what keeps me going. When I read the proofs of a new novel—which is the last time I will read or even glance at it—I approach it with one eye closed, so to speak, thinking, God, what am I going to find here? And I find horrors, horrors that can’t be fixed. Everything in the text now seems hopelessly flat and deadened. Where I imagined a dancing rhythm, I find clumping and stumbling.”

John Banville

In my own case, I consider myself fortunate if I hear the chime maybe once every three or four weeks (sometimes months); but it does happen, I think. Or is it just a bout of tinnitus?

My catalogue to-date comprises:

Short Stories

The young Woman who fell from the sky (published)

Journeys into the void (work-in-progress)

Novels

The Frailest Leaves (completed)

Missing… (completed)

The Winter of our Discontent (completed)

Out! Out! Brief Candle! (completed)

In Search of an Ending (completed)

The Ceremony of Innocence (work-in-progress)

Novellas

The Fallen Leaves (completed)

 

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