Literary Lunch

Henry stood groaning in front of the pigeonholes, holding out a letter in one hand in passable imitation of Hamlet. ‘Good news from your agent?’ asked Dr Bee. ‘Agent, what agent?’ said Henry. ‘My agent is a secret agent. She doesn’t reveal her existence to me or mine to any publisher. No, there’s th...

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Published in:Critical survey (Oxford, England) England), 1999-01, Vol.11 (3), p.147-154
Main Author: Wilding, Michael
Format: Article
Language:English
Subjects:
Alcohol drinking
Ankle
Bottles
Ice
Jails
Pills
Poetry
Short Story
Signatures
Wines
Writers
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Summary:Henry stood groaning in front of the pigeonholes, holding out a letter in one hand in passable imitation of Hamlet. ‘Good news from your agent?’ asked Dr Bee. ‘Agent, what agent?’ said Henry. ‘My agent is a secret agent. She doesn’t reveal her existence to me or mine to any publisher. No, there’s this letter saying Rollo said to get in touch with me and thanking me for arranging lunch and I can’t read the signature. Can’t remember arranging any lunch’.
ISSN:0011-1570
1752-2293
DOI:10.3167/001115799782483762