from p. 48
“It was a small night. Many people must have died for lack of space. The weather was tuned to a shrink setting. The air was swollen. Beneath us, the waves slapped at the hull in a plain, repetitive code. If I tried, I could just make out small, sharp words in the code, English words as if formed by a man with a beak for a mouth, singing through a cotton screen. He was another man I didn’t want to know. I found it was better not to listen. They were not words I very much cared to hear. But as I slid around inside my oversized costume, the world grew quiet again and soon I could sleep, a darkness over my body as thick and final as one of the very first wools.”
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The Father Costume was published by Artspace Books with images by Matthew Ritchie. Here is a recent review.
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