And finally . . .
Alas, we’ve dropped a clanger with Lavie’s wonderful CENTRAL STATION. Page 31 fails to carry the full ending of that particular piece. The page as published ends thus:
His finger on her cheek, hot, metallic, his smell of machine oil and gasoline and human sweat. She held him close, there against the wall of Central Station, in the shadows, as a plane high overhead, adorned in light, came
Instead of:
His finger on her cheek, hot, metallic, his smell of machineoil and gasoline and human sweat. She held him close, there against the wall of Central Station, in the shadows, as a plane high overhead, adorned in light, came in to land from some other and faraway place.
So we’re short by nine words. Mike has prepared an Erratum sheet which will go into the book alongside the ‘offending’ page. As Lavie said philosophically (bless him), “These things happen.” And so they do, so they do. But we do our level best to keep such occurrences to a minimum and you folks deserve better when we drop the ball. Onwards.
Okay, that really is it for this week. Enjoy your weekend and happy reading.
Pete
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