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Paul Murray's avatar

Celia, this is the most absorbing, wonderful piece of writing I’ve come across in ages.

Please do write a book about these fragmented anecdotal passages - better yet, you could weave them into a fiction should you desire.

The exploding rotten fish cans in Karachi had me laughing out loud and reading this section to Karen. When a reader feels the compulsion to share something they’ve just read with another person, that’s captivating prose. That’s writing. That’s storytelling.

You could so easily write fiction - just base it on the absurdity and intricacy of your own life - your observations and unique metaphors are simply astonishingly profound.

This little narrative reads like something from an Arundhati Roy novel - and she is one of my favourite authors, such is the enchantment and visceral nature of her work, all drawn from the supposed mundanity of simple family and social life.

In fiction or storytelling - it is entirely plausible to penetrate the ostensible there too.

Please keep writing this stuff. I absolutely love it. And you’re right - it’s cathartic. For us all.

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Toby Russell's avatar

Your life sounds like a J. P. Donleavy novel, but for women.

Thank you so much for sharing all this beauty, for seeing the beauty in it. You help me to really feel how such public sharing, which is almost anathema to me as an Englishman, is healing, replenishing, and even forward looking despite being nostalgic. And the romance truly serves, rather than confuses, the whole. Enhances it. Turns it into wealth, true wealth.

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