A passage from Richard Power's new short story in the New Yorker "To The Measures Fall".
A story that starts with a bike ride through the Cotswolds and the discovery of a book and the changing meaning of the story and the book, a thread that follows the owner all through her life.
More about it here and an abstract of the original here (The NYr's put it behind a pay wall, sorry :-( )
A story that starts with a bike ride through the Cotswolds and the discovery of a book and the changing meaning of the story and the book, a thread that follows the owner all through her life.
More about it here and an abstract of the original here (The NYr's put it behind a pay wall, sorry :-( )
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