How Fiction Works
I’m rereading James Wood’s How Fiction Works, which I last read fifteen years ago at the tail end of my post graduation unemployment. Naively, those were the end of the happy days before I had responsibilities and all I did was read, write, and climb. I know this because tucked inside between pages 36 & 37 is an Amazon invoice from the 27th of January 2011 for Penguin’s…




