Numerous lines seemed to converge, like rays of
light meeting at a focal point. My simple, dull
life started to smoulder. I could leave. I could
catch a train to a faraway city in a faraway
country. No farewell, no flowers. It would be an
illusion. My sister would follow me like my own
shadow.
‘The phenomenal interviewer Webeling has written a
novel, and with it has crossed a boundary. His
characters know no bounds
either!’
— ADRIAAN VAN DIS
— ADRIAAN VAN DIS
Forty Days
(October 2008)
