On the morning of 1 October 1987, the day Raymond Carver was scheduled for surgery to remove three-quarters of a lung, Haruki Murakami received a telephone call to say that the bed was finally ready. It was almost a year since Murakami had travelled from his Tokyo … Read more »
Ford flinched, spun on his heel, and held his fists bunched at his sides. Wolff stood grinning, his moustache stretched across the width of his face, and then some. ‘Toby,’ Ford said, letting one hand go, then the other. He threw his arms around Wolff and … Read more »
