“Look, Msabu,” he said, “this is a good book. It hangs together from the one end to the other. Even if you hold it up and shake it strongly, it does not come to pieces. The man who has written it is very clever. But what you write,” he went on, both with scorn and a sort of friendly compassion, “is some here and some there. When the people forget to close the door it blows about, even down on the floor and you are angry. It will not be a good book.”
—Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa
It is finished, finally--Anything in the Thicket. Now wotnhell do I do with it?
Going full tilt to fiction and 1969 now. Anybody out there remember Woodstock--I was 11...
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