Gasping for Air

Just as I thought I could settle down and read Colm Toibin's new volume of short stories, the latest edition of the New York Review of Books fell through the letter box. Dammit. I haven't done with the previous one yet - and I really ought to be reading for research not pleasure - even though research is pleasure too. But but but...

I heard him talking briefly on the radio today. What a gentle voice. As you'd expect