Thursday, May 30, 2013

Excerpt - Reluctant Fundamentalist

My brother had come to collect me from the airport;he embraced me with sufficient force to cause my rib cage to flex. As he drove he ruffled my hair with his hand. I felt suddenly very young- or perhaps I felt my age: an almost childlike 22, rather than that permanent middle age that attaches itself to a man who lives alone and supports himself by wearing a suit in a city not of his birth.

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