- novelist Colum McCann, speaking to New Yorker fiction editor Deborah Treisman after reading Benedict Kiely’s “Bluebell Meadow” on the magazine’s monthly fiction podcast.
I can’t even say why exactly, but I’m particularly grateful for this bit of the story:
They hold hands regularly. Lofty can read palms, a variant reading every time. They have kissed occasionally, when the children who are always there have been distracted by a water-hen or rat or leaping fish or a broken branch or an iceberg of froth from the falls.