Chapter Thirteen

Still working on the novel, of course. I'm going backwards now, doing the chapters I avoided doing properly before, the ones about Seattle in the sixties. I've got hold of this fantastic book called Rites of Passage; A memoir of the Sixties in Seattle by someone called Walt Crowley. I don't know what I would have done without it! - It conjures up a whole world of Vietnam draft-dodgers, sit-ins, underground magazines, demonstrations, coffeehouses with names like the Last Exit and the Deli.... Very similar to what was going on in Norwich, believe it or not! Reminds me of how exciting it all was. God. We could be living on another planet completely in 2007. Was so impressed by the book I Googled Walt Crowley (Walt! What a gloriously American name!) and found that he had created a whole history website devoted to the history of Seattle. Then at the end of the site, it said that he had had cancer of the throat, and in February this year had his larynx removed. I was so upset by this I sent him an email, and am happy to report that he replied and said he's on the mend.