Awaiting the memoir of Rupert Thomson
My longtime literary idol (and, more recently, my friend) Rupert Thomson is working on an autobiographical book. I’ve mentioned this already, I know. But as I pace the halls, trying not to watch the clock or pick my cuticles, I keep wondering: will his memoir be as frank, sensual and disorienting as his best novels? And now I’ve decided: probably. . . .
