sent from: London, UK. destination: Montreal, Canada

Recently started to re-read Clive Barker’s “Sacrament”, a book I revisit about once a decade and one that, certain resonant moments notwithstanding, I had not previously connected with deeply. A few pages in and I’m captivated in new and exciting ways. Perhaps it’s because, purely coincidentally, I am now the age of its protagonist, with enough personal history to feel the weight of my choices, as he does.
As I write more I find myself more willing to allow the writer to take me on a journey, paying more attention to the construction of the story, the introduction of the characters. That’s what I love about art, it remains unchanged, perhaps the author himself feels disconnected to it, but as a reader I can come to it with a fresh perspective, find new mysteries lurking between the covers.
Clive, I am ready for fresh revelations!