Esteban’s cigar…
Lately, my favorite images in books have been of elderly men smoking, or ones sitting in a hammock, so my blog is dedicated to them. I’m talking about the old men with roadmap faces, deep cavernous ridges and eyes that tell you nothing. Not in a Bond villain kind of way, but in a way that means you have to ask to find out. You have to question. Or I have to question. And I do have questions about the literary world, so my blog is going to work through finding out some answers.
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