A jewel of a short story from the bestselling, prize-winning author of AtonementââMy Purple Scented Novelâfollows the perfect crime of literary betrayal, scrupulously wrought yet unscrupulously executed. Published to celebrate Ian McEwanâs 70th birthday.
âYou will have heard of my friend the once celebrated novelist Jocelyn Tarbet, but I suspect his memory is beginning to fade. . . . Youâd never heard of me, the once obscure novelist Parker Sparrow, until my name was publicly connected with his. To a knowing few, our names remain rigidly attached, like the two ends of a seesaw. His rise coincided with, though did not cause, my decline. . . . I donât deny there was wrongdoing. I stole a life, and I donât intend to give it back. You may treat these few pages as a confession.â
A jewel of a short story from the bestselling, prize-winning author of AtonementââMy Purple Scented Novelâfollows the perfect crime of literary betrayal, scrupulously wrought yet unscrupulously executed. Published to celebrate Ian McEwanâs 70th birthday.
âYou will have heard of my friend the once celebrated novelist Jocelyn Tarbet, but I suspect his memory is beginning to fade. . . . Youâd never heard of me, the once obscure novelist Parker Sparrow, until my name was publicly connected with his. To a knowing few, our names remain rigidly attached, like the two ends of a seesaw. His rise coincided with, though did not cause, my decline. . . . I donât deny there was wrongdoing. I stole a life, and I donât intend to give it back. You may treat these few pages as a confession.â