Forgot to mention yesterday that I've moved on from Ishiguro and my furrowed brow to the luminous clarity of Ken Follett. I came across a handsome paperback in the library at work of one of his follow-ups to The Pillars of the Earth, this being set quite a bit later in history but in the same location as Pillars, the fictional Kingsbridge. The opening pages of A Column of Fire rendered exactly what I needed, a solid story that I just know is going to grip me. A bit like comfort eating I suppose, but a lot classier and genuinely rewarding.
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