Antwerp
Today I went out and bought Antwerp by Nicholas Royle, on Mike’s recommendation. I shall take it with me to Antwerp in a fortnight’s time, if I can hold out that long, and read it sitting on bar terraces. I’m not normally one for themed holiday reading (when we stayed in Kefalonia, everyone else on the beach or around the pool seemed to have their head buried inside a copy of Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. I spent the holiday reading The Troublesome Offspring of Cardinal Guzman), but in this case I’ll make an exception.