... "it's hardly clear what good any novel can do for the poor, displaced people now picking their way through ... rubble." E. Frank, Stranger than Fiction, 2024, p. 303
This world, where a chicken could run without a head, where there was milk in the morning and frogs he could get to dance by holding their front feet—this world still preoccupied him.
All this time David was being clasped by strong warm hands. He didn't feel