Riding the Yellow Trolley Car With Gabriel Garcia Marquez by John A. A. Logan
If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights Till Age snow white hairs on thee; Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee From Song, by John Donne, 1573-1631 That’s the book. Riding the Yellow Trolley Car, by William Kennedy. I first saw it on a friend’s bookshelf 20 years ago and coveted it immediately. After a few weeks, a deal was struck. £5. It has been mine ever since. Maybe it was the cover that attracted me. Or, on browsing, the sections by Kennedy on writing, the wild and woolly flow of his early fiction writing which he described as being aggressively kick-started by long binges of words, eleven hours of writing at a time, words mostly discarded later, but not all… A method which sounded promising back then, 20 years ago, as I had as yet no sound ...