Sam Leith
Oceans Apart
I was carrying my proof copy of Brooklyn at a party the other day. An acquaintance who works in the book world noticed it and asked: ‘Is it very moving?’ I had to think for a moment. I was then halfway through. ‘No,’ I ended up replying. ‘It’s not moving. Not yet. It’s more just … precise.’
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