Still Life with June
His voice will either endear readers to him immediately or find them thrusting the book back on the shelf vehemently. (He won me over almost instantly when he started in with his cat, Juxtaposition.)But we haven’t known him for twenty pages before he’s telling us he’s a liar. And a writer. Which is — apparently — the same thing.
“Each writer is only one person, and one person can only live so much of a life. That life is rarely enough to write a whole lot of stories about. So writers pillage other people’s stories and call them their own.”
I read this in February, but knew then that Still Life with June would be on my list of favourite reads for this reading year.
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