Description
You are astonishing and yet here you are, once again, eating
breakfast all by yourself.’
Where do touring writers go when all the books have been signed and
the crowd has dispersed? To an extraordinary place of haunted pools
and sacred shower curtains, a one-eyed man in a funeral suit and a
foyer of powdery-scented grandmothers. The hotel rooms in this new
collection of micro-fiction by Jan Carson are, like art, ‘neither here nor
concretely there’. Carson opens doors to the uncanny with humour
tuned keenly to the strange and surreal, but the reader is left with a
profound sense