![]() ![]() A big, shiny one-piece which obscures how small and dull I feel inside. “Everywhere I go it’s as though I’m wearing a spacesuit which buffers me from other people. Only I don’t have anybody I banter about with,” writes Baume. Sometimes I think that if I had people I bantered about with, they’d nickname me CHIEF for the wideness of my face and the way I wear my womanly hair, for the watery longing in my wonkety eyes. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up. ![]() First published by tiny Irish press Tramp, and since picked up by William Heinemann in the UK, Spill Simmer Falter Wither traces the relationship between the isolated Ray and his one-eyed rescue dog. ![]()
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