Strange, near-poem like story. Chapters of different people, slowly interweaving, of a world without enough clean water. The Water Train, the iceberg being towed to London. Amazing how the chapters wrap into each other.
Originally broadcast by the bbc, one chapter at a time?
Reminds me of Paul Auster's "In the country of last things", Denis Johnson's "Train Dreams" and Daisy Jones' "February" (?? I can't find this!), as in short, strange books that leave you bewildered and confused.
Focus, John.
The hospital behind him.
The scene below an object now. A coin through a jeweller's loupe.
Watch the bridge, he coached himself. Focus on the bridge.
The protest now was filtering. The crowd seeming to pour.
Something microscopic in the fact the smallest tap could send a hundred-and-seventy-grain bullet three-quarters of a mile.
Move your finger just a millimetre and you could end a life; but you cannot save one. Her. Not with the strength of your whole body.
Branner felt himself sliding again, away from the wider world. Into the big hole in his ground, the time ahead without her.
