Novel

Colm Toibin writes about how a "stray anecdote"
told by one adult to another when he happened to be in the room as a child stayed in his mind and grew into a novel. "If those two women had known I was listening so
intently," he says, I am sure my mother would have decided that the story
shouldn't be told until her 12-year-old had left the room. I was lucky
that she didn't." [Read more in the Washington Post]

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