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Reading Red Seas Under Red Skies has brought my best friend Mike Swann vividly into my memory.
He and I turned each other on to so many good books. I still have some of the ones he stole for me; some mildewy, one or two fire-blackened round the edges, but readable and loved.
He would have loved Lies and Red Seas so much. It would have been one of those books where you go round quoting bits of it to each other for months afterwards. You people who are fond of me, you would have adored him; his shy dry wit and his sharp pointy brain and his well-trained, loved dogs. He was a good deal cleverer than I am, as was John. How that works out to me being the only one of us left standing, I'll never know. One could call it luck. One does not, at this moment, feel especially lucky.
He and I turned each other on to so many good books. I still have some of the ones he stole for me; some mildewy, one or two fire-blackened round the edges, but readable and loved.
He would have loved Lies and Red Seas so much. It would have been one of those books where you go round quoting bits of it to each other for months afterwards. You people who are fond of me, you would have adored him; his shy dry wit and his sharp pointy brain and his well-trained, loved dogs. He was a good deal cleverer than I am, as was John. How that works out to me being the only one of us left standing, I'll never know. One could call it luck. One does not, at this moment, feel especially lucky.
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