Invisible Yet Enduring Lilacs
Contents
Meetings with Adam Lindsay Gordon
On the road to Bendigo: Kerouac’s Australian life
Why I write what I write
Some books are to be dropped into wells, others into fishponds
The cursing of Ivan Veliki
Birds of the puszta
Pure ice
The typescript stops here: or, who does the consultant consult?
Invisible yet enduring lilacs
Stream system
Secret writing
The breathing author
The angel’s son: why I learned Hungarian late in life