His Do Not Call the Tortoise was an earlier gem. Here again GHJ pauses to wonder at the world around us, at the profligacy of existence. And at the inscrutability of woodlice. Be charmed by ... read more
A paragon of self-publishing: short and attractive, with blue endpapers, good paper, well laid-out. While this description could pass itself off as a literary lonely heart, it is in fact a p... read more