Drawing for the Day and All That I Am
All That I Am by Anna Funder p.176 While Dora and I drafted I walked the room, or the garden if the day was bright, and she sat over her writing pad, flipping the pages around their coil of wire. People often have to be alone to think or to write, but being with Dora [...]
Drawing for the Day and All That I Am
All That I Am by Anna Funder p.257 A traffic policeman stood on a podium in the road, arms moving from the elbows like a puppet. A scarlet bus careened into the kerb, disgorging its passengers, all of them with somewhere to go. They filed past a street-sweeper in a soft cap with a long-handled [...]
Drawing for the Day and All That I Am
All That I Am by AnnaFunder p.96 After he leaves, the happiness of his company persists in the room. I lay my head over the chair back and close my eyes again. I am slouching, head back on the leather car seat. Dora and I are in a cathedral of trees; from each side [...]
Drawing for the Day and All That I Am
All That I Am by Anna Funder p.7 And he had seen inside my mind; he is preparing to tell me the shape and weight and creeping betrayals of it. Last week they loaded me into the MRI machine, horizontal in one of those verdammten gowns that do not close at the back: designed to [...]
