Dear Téo,
I can barely
contain myself, every bit of this precious book shows itself to be better than
the previous one, page after page, I am enjoying reading through it so very
much!
Your writing
reminds me of one of my all-time favorite American writers, Thomas Wolfe. I sense in your writing that you have more to
offer and you are having to restrain yourself, for instance: the tale of the
little bar. That story is just pulsating with how much more you left unwritten,
I now understand what you said that it is easier to be a great scientist than
to write a book. I believe it because in
one of the courses I took at the UW my professor said: "whoa there! Slow
down, stretch it, don't put it all in your first book!" Are you acquainted
with any of Thomas Wolfe's books? One, "You can't go home again",
brilliant piece of meticulous writing, I read it before coming to the US to
live and remember touching the handrail going downstairs in the subway and
recalling how Wolfe’s description of it gave even the idea of what rusting iron
smelled like. Fantastic!
Just allow me
to thank you for this tender little book, I am enchanted by the cover, so
singela! It fills me with “saudades” of some ineffable time I cannot quite
place.
Jurema Butler
Independence, OR-USA
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