What are you doing Anna<\/p>\n
Replying to your question<\/p>\n
Are you writing again<\/p>\n
Yes<\/p>\n
What are you writing about<\/p>\n
Us<\/p>\n
No I will leave that to you<\/p>\n
My fiction is about freedom and the erosion of freedoms<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Anna are you worried about Penelope<\/p>\n
Yes<\/p>\n
Here bed has not been slept in<\/p>\n
I know<\/p>\n
Do you think that she was the assassin<\/p>\n
I hope not<\/p>\n
Outlaw is very quiet<\/p>\n
He is almost grieving<\/p>\n
I have been watching television and they have shown the moment of the actual assassination<\/p>\n
The assassin was rather slight like Penelope but she had black hair unlike Penelope<\/p>\n
She might have been wearing a wig<\/p>\n
That is a possibility<\/p>\n
I do hope she is okay<\/p>\n
Why could she not work in the local shop or be a super model is not a job for a girl<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The fascists had been in power for twenty-three months and if anything the oppression was getting worse<\/p>\n
Rebels were being executed in public and their remains were left to rot as a warning to others<\/p>\n
Friends betrayed friends brothers brothers fathers sons<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I was a rebel an ordinary rebel I kept the party line and was anonymous but not so that it would be noted<\/p>\n
My pathetic job was to sell the party newspaper in the streets and to report back if I saw suspicious things<\/p>\n
I did file reports but they were so petty that they were soon ignored and I was treated as such<\/p>\n
But in reality I was leading a double existence as I was fronting Number 23 which was a fragmented group<\/p>\n
Of four hundred and ninety-six members in cells of no more than six I was number twenty-eight<\/p>\n
Our aim was to ensure that the fascists would fail by ensuring that their communications were<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Is that all<\/p>\n
Yes<\/p>\n
It is a bit like 1984<\/p>\n
I agree<\/p>\n
It has been done before<\/p>\n
I know<\/p>\n
So what is your angle<\/p>\n
I do not have an angle<\/p>\n
You must have an angle<\/p>\n
Angles do not exists in my fictions<\/p>\n
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If I was writing your fiction my angle would be<\/p>\n
That all the rebels owned toy shops and were time travellers like Viola<\/p>\n
Angles are just the perversions of straight lines<\/p>\n
Straight lines are to be admired<\/p>\n
Time does not possess angles<\/p>\n
Time exists that is all<\/p>\n
Then we would all live in flat houses<\/p>\n
There are plenty of angles here in The Green House<\/p>\n
As well as flat circles you are going to tell me<\/p>\n
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Anna what is the title of the book that you are reading<\/p>\n
Infierno\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n That is Spanish for Hell<\/p>\n Do you read Spanish<\/p>\n No<\/p>\n Then why are you reading a Spanish language book<\/p>\n Because I can speak Spanish<\/p>\n You never told me that<\/p>\n Why not<\/p>\n Because Anna you never asked me<\/p>\n It is like if you asked me whether I could make a Lemon Cake<\/p>\n I would say yes but I would not tell you that I can make Strawberry Cakes as well<\/p>\n Anna you are splitting hairs<\/p>\n No I am not<\/p>\n If you asked me what cakes could I make then I would have included Strawberry Cakes as well as others<\/p>\n But you if your question was singular and its subject was about Lemon Cakes then my answer would be precise<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You seem preoccupied by the book<\/p>\n I am<\/p>\n Why<\/p>\n Because it is incredibly haunting and horrific at the same time<\/p>\n That sounds like something Outlaw would read<\/p>\n It is too raw even for Outlaw<\/p>\n But it is incredibly beautiful<\/p>\n It is set in Argentina in the 1970s and is about a fisherman named Antonio and a girl named Doris<\/p>\n That is not a very Spanish name<\/p>\n Possibly<\/p>\n I suppose that my initial reaction is false as I am sure if I went to Argentina then I would find girls called Doris<\/p>\n What is the Spanish for Doris<\/p>\n Doris<\/p>\n May I continue<\/p>\n I am yours<\/p>\n Doris and her mother who is also named Doris run a shop in a coastal town that sells buttons and nothing else<\/p>\n It is called La Tienda de Botones<\/em><\/p>\n Antonia is deeply in love with Doris as she is the most beautiful girl that he has ever seen<\/p>\n She has raven hair and raven eyes and an almost shimmering olive skin<\/p>\n Rather like The Dark Lady of the Sonnets<\/p>\n In a way yes<\/p>\n But she does not return his love as she is aware of her own beauty<\/p>\n Antonia is aware of this so loves here from afar<\/p>\n But he has a guilty secret as he watches her swim naked in the sea after church on Sundays<\/p>\n She swims from a beach that is covered by the tide from Monday to Saturdays<\/p>\n This carries on a a couple of years until one day he is delayed<\/p>\n When he reaches the beach Doris is nowhere to be seen<\/p>\n This distresses him as he feels like something tragic has happened<\/p>\n Which it has as in the hour before his arrival<\/p>\n Doris had drowned after being caught in a rip<\/p>\n He soon finds her pristine body on the white sands<\/p>\n How sad<\/p>\n But instead of alerting the authorities he fucks her<\/p>\n He fucks the corpse<\/p>\n Yes<\/p>\n That is a bit gross<\/p>\n Hell is the title of the story<\/p>\n You are not going to tell me that Antonio was into fucking dead girls<\/p>\n Well yes and no<\/p>\n But his motives are very pure and this what makes the book so haunting<\/p>\n He reasons that if he impregnates Doris then their child will be born in Heaven and that she will not be alone for eternity<\/p>\n It is his final gift to her<\/p>\n This is getting weird Anna<\/p>\n Does it get even more strange<\/p>\n Not really if anything it becomes quite realistic<\/p>\n In what way<\/p>\n Antonio is discovered by the priest just after he has fucked Doris’s corpse<\/p>\n Obviously the priest takes a dim view of this and alerts the local cops who it turn refer it to the military<\/p>\n Antonio is badly beaten and is sentenced to be shot for his crime<\/p>\n On the day before his execution an angel visits Antonio’s final cell and offers him poison so that he might be spared the firing squad<\/p>\n Not much of a choice is it<\/p>\n It is his only choice<\/p>\n Even if he does not make a choice then he has made a choice<\/p>\n What happens<\/p>\n Antonio takes the poison<\/p>\n And then<\/p>\n Nothing<\/p>\n Nothing<\/p>\n He finds himself in a void<\/p>\n Is that the Hell of the title<\/p>\n No<\/p>\n Why you are slowly leaving me Anna<\/p>\n Because Antonio begins to think of Doris and his child<\/p>\n That is God’s gift to him<\/p>\n He thinks of a beautiful field on a beautiful day<\/p>\n Doris and his son who she has named Antonio<\/p>\n Are sitting under a shady tree<\/p>\n Anna are you saying it is rather like an invisible painting where you reveal as much as I you want to<\/p>\n Yes although this invisible painting is infinite it exists in Antonio’s head<\/p>\n That is how Heaven works<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Who wrote this amazing story<\/p>\n I did<\/p>\n You<\/p>\n Yes<\/p>\n You should get it published<\/p>\n It is published<\/p>\n Here in the UK<\/p>\n I do not think that there is a large market for these stories in the UK<\/p>\n Possibly<\/p>\n You are a natural Anna<\/p>\n Where do you find these stories<\/p>\n If I knew that I would not write them<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Anna is that your phone ringing<\/p>\n Where is it<\/p>\n Behind the cushion<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It was Outlaw<\/p>\n We need to be at an address in Ramsgate within the hour<\/p>\n It is Penelope<\/p>\n Is she okay<\/p>\n She has been shot<\/p>\n Is it serious<\/p>\n Not really but 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