An overview of some of the major literary prizes - episode #3
Le Regard Libre N° 49 - Loris S. Musumeci
«How could he imagine that the next morning, before class, he'd find himself outside, hanging from the ledge of his apartment balcony, twelve meters above the courtyard floor, trying painfully, inch by inch, to gain the only open window?»
A real idiot, that Arthur Minor. Do you know Mister Bean? Imagine him as a gay American writer, and you've got Arthur Minor. Minor. Not an insignificant name for someone whose work is considered minor, as is his existence, in all its insignificance. Minor never seems to be in the right place; if he's anywhere, he's too much; if he's not, he's annoyingly expected.
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