Stories of what could have been, with different more gregarious parents.
A flashy home and money in my pocket. The acclaim I sought has evaporated into the weekly visits to the nursing home. A vacant chair waits for me, in a dusty day room. Filled with blank faces and old paperbacks on shelves.
Alan Bennett is a master at pulling apart the lives of the ordinary.
Happy 80th., alan.
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