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From The Ghostwriter’s Notebook  Copyright © Chris Keil 2015 The Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena couldn’t tell me much about the asteroid 3408 Shalamov that I didn’t already know. They knew, obviously, that it had been discovered in 1977 by the Soviet astronomer Nikolai Chernykh, and is named after the author of Kolyma Tales. They’ve plotted its orbit, but they say …

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Wales Arts Review

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Thanks to Wales Arts Review for a nice review of Flirting at the Funeral in the latest issue. Even if you didn’t quite get Matty! Link: http://www.walesartsreview.org/flirting-at-the-funeral-by-chris-keil/  

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FROM “LIMINAL” (ALCEMI, 2007) CHAPTER THREE

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“The colours of the map rose up at him out of the pool of lamplight: the lucent blue of the Halcyonic Gulf; the sand-shades of the littoral, deepening in tone as the mountains rose behind the sea; winding yellow roads, and everywhere churches, and the little broken pillars marking ancient sites. He traced a route along the shore with the …

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New Flirting review

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5.0 out of 5 stars Just incredibly brilliant, 8 Nov 2013 By  Bob Ventos “Bob Ventos” (UK) – See all my reviews   Amazon Verified Purchase(What is this?) This review is from: Flirting at the Funeral (Paperback) I bought this because I liked the title – but it was a great and surprising find. In fact, it’s the best novel I’ve read in several years. …

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HAY TRANSCRIPT

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  “The novel certainly came out of the optimism of the sixties and seventies, the feeling that the world might really be about to change, that anything was possible, that the old models of social, political, cultural life could be thrown out and utterly re-imagined; that there would be a series of concentric revolutions that would transform relations of class, …

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FROM CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

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“People slip away,” Howard said. “You have to hold on to them, or they slip away.” He walked through the vaulted archway of the gate-house into the dazzling afternoon light. “You can’t hold on to them,” Matty said, hanging back inside the key-hole of the arch. “They slip away anyway.” There was a slight resonance in her voice, a hollow echo. Howard turned, looking …