from his tale, The Golden Pot, lives in “an old house in a remote part of the town”. Why is it that on reading this I am immediately entranced, why do the lonely, hidden quarters of a town lure and fascinate? It’s down in the dark places and backstreets that the stories grow, where a footstep click or flash of a figure turning a corner jolts the imagination into life. It’s the secrets and hidden yearnings of the players in a city hinterland that spellbind.
