By Oronte. Maybe I was 13 when I first read James Dickey’s Deliverance. I know I was headed south on a bus after a stay with my sister, whose home was a little heaven of comforts and attention that I dreaded leaving. My brother-in law gave me his paperback copy as consolation and to occupy me on the eternity of stops. More...
16 janvier 2018
Death on a River
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