There are so many letters I have not written over the last decade - thank-yous, complaints, mere keeping-in-touch type things. Until I read this letter in the 10 May, 2012 issue of the London Review of Books, I thought it was too late to write them. Now I'm not so sure:
And what of Mr Priestley? Where has he been for the last 18 years? In the last spot on the globe unreachable by email or the postal system? In a coma? Or is his letter a cunning marketing ploy to get a second round of publicity for his magnum opus? There's a story here, I'm sure.
Philadelphia Business Owner And Associate Charged In Murder-For-Hire Plot That Involved Atlantic City Shooting - The U.S. Attorney's Office, District of New Jersey, released the below information yesterday: CAMDEN, N.J. – Two Philadelphia men are scheduled to appear...
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