Granger’s homecomings used to be a shortish rounding off of the naval tale. But this one…. Gets more and more intense and intriguing. Thank you, Mark and well done!
Straight out of our comfort zone with half a chp. Could this be a cruelty record for mrs M?
On a more serious note, this is going to be one tough journey and I fear Kyan hasn’t hit rock bottom yet. As ever, great writing, mrs M 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
If I were 17 again and living on west coast of USA then Will’s priorities seem absolutely f……ing perfect. Add the world’s number one university ( which costs me to admit) and what is the problem??????
Why? Surely it won’t be that challenging ( I don’t mean intellectually, of course) and so close to his father? Here in Spain virtually everyone just goes to the local university, living at home or going back every weekend for Mum to do their washing… Obviously, costs, grants etc. come into play but this isn’t an issue for Will! I know, Mark, send him to Magdalen College, Oxford. He could sort my alma mater out!
Possibly some readers might need a session with dr C, perhaps. Will’s leitmotif has always been honesty, in its widest sense. The only times he has been in meltdown are when those around him are dishonest, or, perhaps more importantly, when he has been dishonest with himself. Think playing around with someone in a committed relationship and saying it wasn’t his responsibility. He learned his lesson the hard way.
I think Mark you do a great job of showing how Will is trying to be realistic and honest to Travis at the same time. Thanks!
ps hope yr trip to UK was a success and that Portsmouth inspired you! In three weeks I will be at the Lookout in Lizard Cornwall from where signals were sent as the boats entered The Channel. Will be thinking of Granger, hint, hint 😛😛
Something’s go more slowly. I remember walking down High St on a mid-feb afternoon wearing black suit, shoes etc, white shirt, white (real) bow tie, gown, hood and mortar board, plus thesis. Apart from the feeling of terror ahead of me, my strongest memory is of a group of Asian tourists staring at me as if I was in a film…… Still the dressing up part was fun! Ladies were able to wear large black bin bags so long as their stockings and shoes were black.
Well, I’m about halfway through this most beautifully written piece of prose. The initial premise is well- known. New guy in school meets outsider etc. but is the language and depth of characterisation that makes this seem utterly new and refreshing.
I strongly recommend it to be read. You will thank me!!
Personally, I really enjoyed this pov as it was clearly signposted. What drives me mad, especially in Netflix “thrillers” and other genres is time jumping as well as viewpoint. I’m getting old and too much cleverness confuses me. Here Sean has not made that “mistake” and I think this chp adds a different cone and texture.
This story is, I think, at the level of language, the best writing I’ve seen here this year. Unlike this last sentence!
great work mr Sean
“Chris’s house was in Constantia, that beautiful, expensive valley of mountain vistas, city vineyards and Botoxed housewives sipping Chardonnay and Sauvignon Blanc on rotation.”
Yes! I’ve been there but had forgotten the name. One memory was all these amazing houses surrounded by high fences and wire.
You are one hour ahead of Spain, I think, in that case. But I would have thought that Romania is in same time zone as Germany, Italy etc. I might have to get up earlier to catch your posts first and stake out some claims before certain people ( you know who you are!) try to grab your heroes for themselves!!
much love, Laura, I so enjoy your work 🤗🤗🤗