Happy 85th birthday, Russell Hoban
“Twilight it was, the dying day shivering a little and huddling itself up in its cloak. Suddenly there came flying towards me with a mouse dangling from its beak an owl, what is called a veiled owl, with a limp mouse dangling from its cryptic heart-shaped face.” Pilgermann, Russell Hoban (Photograph of Russell Hoban by John Carey)
posted by Chris Bell at 9:29 AM
2 Comments:
Nice one Chris!
Two words: Riddley Walker.
Brilliant.
No hang on, that's three words. I don't suppose he'd mind. Very slippery writer, that Russell Hoban.
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