I’m desperate to tell you about the two books I’ve read this week, and the TV show that I watched, and how much I loved them, and how they all play with the question of - the problem of - whose story it is to tell, if you find that you’re a character in it?
A rich and painful conundrum, approached so differently across the three things that my eyes really adored this week, surely there’s an insightful and cohesive piece of writing ahead... alas no, but maybe that’s ok, because this week I’m thinking about the blurred line, that glitch in the matrix when the writer materialises, so how about I just appear here and say to you directly; I liked these things, and maybe you will too.