Inhaling Christine Falls, by John Banville

Stranded in O’Hare for 10 straight hours. I read the entirety of Christine Falls that day. So I may have been sitting in an airport chair by my thwarted gate of departure, but I was really wandering through the misty streets of Dublin in the 1950s.


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