Guy Gunaratne: Mister, Mister
‘I held my breath, half terrified at the stench. These were my father’s books – filled to the brim with tales of twisting, heightened lives, stained with the manias of some other age.’
Speaking out
‘I held my breath, half terrified at the stench. These were my father’s books – filled to the brim with tales of twisting, heightened lives, stained with the manias of some other age.’