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kittiwake'Have you noticed my fir?' asked the professor. Jessica, emerging from the sparse and anonymous forests of her imaginings, misunderstood him. Fur? Was he speaking of his own body hair? Was he perhaps a werewolf? Or was he drawing attention to some unappreciated mink, ocelot or garment of beaver?
'. . . planted it years ago,' he was saying. 'Whipped off the tinsel and the gewgaws, stuck it in the garden and now it's nearly sixty feet tall.'
An innkeeper on a remote Scottish island advertises a Christmas break for people who want to get away from the holiday season and five people turn up; a famous actress, an unknown actor, an elderly widower, a recently-divorced psychoanalyst and a shop manager.
I like this author's books - they're nice and short, the stories go in unexpected directions, and they usually have a touch of the uncanny about them.
'. . . planted it years ago,' he was saying. 'Whipped off the tinsel and the gewgaws, stuck it in the garden and now it's nearly sixty feet tall.'
An innkeeper on a remote Scottish island advertises a Christmas break for people who want to get away from the holiday season and five people turn up; a famous actress, an unknown actor, an elderly widower, a recently-divorced psychoanalyst and a shop manager.
I like this author's books - they're nice and short, the stories go in unexpected directions, and they usually have a touch of the uncanny about them.
