Some Emanations reading I've managed to do in bits and parts . . .

Tailing Michael G. Chivers, I managed to locate David Tregallion in a pub somewhere in the floating world of literary watering holes, where I listened in on some interesting conversation . . .

Some pages later, I encountered Butterworth's New Wave, which swept me up in the air to where the Wind buffeted me senseless - though not so insensible that I felt no pain.

Retreating from the Wind, I discovered with Kostelanetz many more ways to die, most of them hilarious.

I hope to read more and report back, but life is so thick with obligations . . .