Get Back, Fans.
I've had two fan letters this year. This is very odd. I've never had any fan letters, or the fans that write them, before. It's strange, yes, but profoundly moving. It's odd to think of the work you shunt off into the void having any effect on anyone, ever connecting with anyone. It's so abstract. Intellectually, I know some people have bought the books, some may even have read them. But being arsed to pick up a pen - the letter's handwritten - to tell me about it, well that's something else. This is the text of the latest one: JPH, Thank you for bringing some sunshine into my life at this challenging time of year. I have a collection of books in the study (posh term for the wee bedroom) and the collections estimate would number over a 100. They have rested without disturbance for over 10 years. For me to read any book in 2 days is the equivalent of me walking up the river Lagan without buoyancy aids. I am astonished at your effortless gift of mixing ir...
