I sat up today. Like a Beckettian chattering mouth, all I can do is speak, but I can also listen
The novelist may never walk or hold a pen again after a fall in Rome on Boxing Day I sat up today. Four physiotherapists came to my room. They started to move me with the determination of putting my feet flat on the floor. They turned me, and for a moment I sat on the bed, with my feet on the floor, staring ahead of me. I have to say, I felt proud and amazed and incredibly dizzy. Continue reading...