Sublime

With an opener by Graham Greene (‘One never knows when the blow may fall’ – The Third Man) or Robert Harris (‘The moment I heard how McAra died I should have walked away’ – The Ghost) there is reassurance that we are going to enjoy clear, smooth, swift writing

‘It began with L; it was almost all I’s, I fancy,’ he went on, with a sense that he was getting hold of the slippery name. But the hold was too slight, and he soon got tired of this mental chase; for few men were more impatient of private occupation or more in need of making themselves continually heard than Mr Raffles. He preferred using his time

emportant une bonne provision de concombres dans un journal, je montai dans le car avec ces amis fidèles pressés contre mon cœur. Curieux comme l'enfant peut survivre dans l'adulte.

In a prime spot just across the yellow-tape road from the lemon trees, he tended his own dark grove of bookshelves, and beside them a field of legal boxes, which held thousands of menus from restaurants famous and obscure. Whenever I passed Horace’s collection, there was someone flipping through the menus with the furious intensity of a DJ digging