The writer,75, on scary parties, and dystopian fiction and being shortPeople see my head on a book and attach a tall body to it. The image of somebody that you have accorded status to in your intellect is a large one; the Greeks always made the gods fairly tall. I’m short. Shorter than you assume.
I threw amazingly scary parties for my minute sister. She was born on 30 October and her birthdays were a hot item. I’d paint my face green,turn out the lights, make everyone get under the tablecloth and tell ghost stories with a flashlight under my chin. They were shrinking out of their trees.
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Source: theguardian.com