‘ … “I sold myself,” he said in a low voice, looking at the table, “To men….// “That night, he went on, the man who had picked him up forced him to do things he didn’t want to do. The man was English. He drove an expensive car. A Lexus. It was black’. The art of making stories correspond quite queerly in the portmanteau novel: Rupert Thomson’s (2021) ‘Barcelona Dreaming’
‘ … “I sold myself,” he said in a low voice, looking at the table, “To men….// “That night, he went on, the man who had picked him up forced him to do things he didn’t want to do. The man was English. He drove an expensive car. A Lexus. It was black’. [1] The … More ‘ … “I sold myself,” he said in a low voice, looking at the table, “To men….// “That night, he went on, the man who had picked him up forced him to do things he didn’t want to do. The man was English. He drove an expensive car. A Lexus. It was black’. The art of making stories correspond quite queerly in the portmanteau novel: Rupert Thomson’s (2021) ‘Barcelona Dreaming’










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