Picture an omnipresent grayness. I imagine it now as a fine ash coating everything with a simultaneous fog permeating the non-corporeal (spirits, thoughts, ambitions, moods). The great gray river, frigid and foamy and dirty and deep, formed the backdrop. We were perched at its edge, in the very gut of the city but in one of those lost spots that exist between the meaningful places of commerce and transport and education and life.
Bleak, certainly, but the perfect atmosphere for Holden's story.
Craig Holden reads from The Narcissist's Daughter at Nicola's Books on Thursday, February 10.
[Originally published in February, 2005.]
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