Culture | Creatures of the deep
The bard of swimming epitomises the caprices of literary posterity
“I WRITE slowly,” Charles Sprawson said last summer, explaining why the sequel to his celebrated debut was not yet finished, “so my books take a long time…Of course, then I got ill.” He was smartly dressed, his hair a wing of white above his broad forehead. “It’s desperate, really. I expected to be here for a few days. It’s been…” He screwed up his face, then continued: “…months.” Now and then he raised his deep, patrician voice to drown the shouts of a patient in the next room.
This article appeared in the Culture section of the print edition under the headline “Creatures of the deep”
From the February 3rd 2018 edition
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